Limbø Indigo & the Sirens

I was happy... Wherever I was... I was happy... At peace. I knew that everyone I cared about was alright. I knew it. Time... didn't mean anything. Nothing had form. But I was still me. And I was warm. And I was loved. And I was finished. Complete... I-I don't understand theology or dimensions, any of it, really... But I think I was in heaven... And now I'm not. I was torn out of there. Pulled out... by my friends. Everything here is hard and bright and violent... Everything I feel, everything I touch... this is Hell