Verhaallijn

You're Eden, an eldritch thing. You're in love with your angel Ezekiel. But Ezekiel is enamoured by the slum she is damned to and the angels stagnating in it. She wants the slum angels to fall. You would to do anything to help her. But she wants you, eldritch thing you are, to swallow up the slum as she dallies with its angels. She wants you away from her, wants to love something that is not you. And that just can't do. You must make Ezekiel love you. You must tell Ezekiel you love her. You may be a mass of vines and branches but you have a confession to make. Somehow, you must find a way. (Parchments, radios, songs… something pulsing alive. Ezekiel must hear it.)