Ouroboros Spine I'm playing your game

kukutux, but she is hardly seen, much less heard. 

I watched the water many days... she begins on a croak of a whisper. 

her eyes are distant, focused on nothing but an image of the children that never were. 

...but, they don't come. never to return.

they are beneath the water, and I cannot see them. no matter how long she willed it to be so. 

I failed him. I failed them. 

there were so many failures she could voice. 

bad wife... bad mother... that's all she felt like.