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The worst kind comes without warning, a deep and primal signal from within. A reminder that just because you cannot see the threat, it doesn’t mean that it’s not already here.
Senua does. Because when darkness speaks, it changes everything, turning home into a foreign land and loved ones into strangers. Exile makes sense when you realise that you were never really home in the first place.
Drowning the mind in fear...deeper...deeper...dragging you down so far into the void that maybe this time, there is no coming back.
- Druth: Once I found my purpose...I was no longer enslaved to suffering I had to endure to reach it.
They can break you not your promise, even his death won’t keep you apart. Through this darkness you will find him in your sword still beats a heart.
You fought for love and spoilt by your darkness within, you fought for your dream...now there is no way to win...
Is it really so weak to ask this? Or are we just so afraid of the honest answer, that we do not dare pose the question? Sometimes the answer lies in a memory...a feeling...a song.
senua: I’m sorry. I didn’t ask you to be a part of me. If you don’t want to die with me, then leave me alone.
No, this place is not quite like that. It’s as if it knows that true torment lies within: memories you cannot defeat, cannot escape.
This is her Hel.
Every autumn leaf is like a work of art.
Every rolling cloud a moving picture.
Every day a new story.
We too emerge from this magic, like a wave from the ocean, only to return back to the sea.
Do not mourn the waves, the leaves and clouds. Even in darkness, the wonder and the beauty of this world, never leaves us, it is always there, waiting to be seen again.