CORRECTAR LA LETRA

Letra : A Grokfest

Nash:
What the heck was that?

Ryvyr:
So why’d he lose his memory?

Amber:
We’re not sure, we think the queen had
Some odd spell on him to hinder his escape
His narrative’s so different that our science can't quite get it

Ryvyr:
So then why pluck us from our world anyway?

Amber:
I’m really just an agent these decisions arent my paygrade
We were trying to advance the human brain
But someone sent my bosses proof of realms like the unconscious
And now research of sll sorte are underway

Nash you must come with me, your narrative’s unravelling
You must save your dying world and go home

How about you take my hand
I’ll take you to your motherland
How about we talk about it as we go