Eleanor lamb

the rapture dream is over, but in waking, i am reborn. this world is not ready for me, yet here i am. it would be so easy to misjudge them. you are my conscious father, and i need you to guide me. you'll always be with me now father, your memories, your drives, and when i need you, you'll be there on my shoulder, whispering. if utopia is not a place, but a people, then we must choose carefully, and in our story, rapture was just the beginning.