Now, don’t be afraid of the dark.
At the end of a storm is a golden sky, the bright silver song of a lark.
Walk on through the w i n d. Walk on through the r a i n.
Though your dreams may be t o s s e d and b l o w n, walk on.
Walk on with hope in your heart and you’ll never walk alone.
You’ll never walk alone.
(But she was alone)
A tiny, little fragile thing out, out in the world, in the gloaming.
And the storm that came was not r a i n, and it was not w i n d.
It was something altogether else.
Sister Jude, American Horror Story