Post by mattchewie on Feb 24, 2019 2:47:58 GMT -6
The camera cuts in to pitch black. The music plays on in the background as a candle is lit. The candle comes before the face of Bray Wyatt.
Bray:Sister Abigail tells me that there is a great irony among you. You, whose minds are feeble and weak and lack the dexterity to fully comprehend what lies before you. She tells me of how there is a legion of men, men who claim that they are beset by the power of authority. She says these men believe that they are contained by the ties that bind, that the same power prevents them from becoming what they are meant to be. Oh, she tells me of this great irony of how these same men, these false prophets, claim that they are preparing us for a better way....yet they hold a great power of their own. This power, you see, it creates a impenetrable barrier so that others may not rise above it. That same group of men that cry out against tyranny have now created their own empire with it's own tyrannical embodiment. Sister Abigail, you have shown me the way.
The candle moves down and lights a lantern. It appears that we are in an old cabin. The floorboards creak and groan as Bray walks to a door and exits the cabin. Crickets and katydids chirp and sing their nighttime melodies. The woods are faintly lit up with moonlight.
Bray: Sister Abigail has shown me that there is hope beyond the seat of this dark throne. She says that if you listen closely you will hear the cries of those lost souls faintly whispering "Come and See". She has led me down the path that now shows me the true way. I now stand before the gate and read "Abandon all hope, ye who enter here." I stand now before the gates as I peer through them, so that I may tell you the beauty of what I see.
Follow me, my little fireflies, follow me and Sister Abigail so that we may turn the tides against this dark empire.
"Through me you go to the grief wracked city;
Through me you go to everlasting pain;
Through me you go a pass among lost souls.
Justice inspired my exalted Creator:
I am a creature of the Holiest Power,
of Wisdom in the Highest and of Primal Love.
Nothing till I was made was made, only eternal beings.
And I endure eternally.
Abandon all hope — Ye Who Enter Here"
Bray stops whenever he has reached a pier at the end of the woods. The river is slowly churning in the background. Bray places the lantern in an old wooden boat. He pushes the boat off the shore and into the water. He climbs inside and begins to paddle.
Bray:The New World is not in the Order in which you believe, oh no friends...the new world belongs to us. It belongs to me. It belongs to Sister Abigail. It belongs to all the little fireflies.
Too long have you snuffed out the light of hope. Too long have you sacked this great city so that its walls may crumble. Too long you have gone unopposed, until now. I bring with me the knowledge of what lies beyond. That which you would call folly to and that which you would claim to be a hoax. But that's alright, we will make you see true. We will show you the error of your ways. My little fireflies will be the beacons upon this path so that we may not lose our way.
Bray has now paddled out to the middle of the river where it is calm. The boat slowly rocks from side to side. He picks up the lantern and holds it before his face.
Bray:Listen as Abigail whispers "When I had journeyed half of our life's way,
I found myself within a shadowed forest,
for I had lost the path that does not stray." But do not fret my friends, this shadowed forest, these woods...this is our home. This is the seat of our power. Follow me and I will lead you through the dark and defeat this evil. Follow me and Sister Abigail will whisper in thine ear the secrets of the ways that have been lost. Listen closely and you will hear as Sister Abigail proclaims....
We're here...
Bray blows out the lantern and everything fades to black.