They had a bard at our wedding feast. But no matter how I try to trawl the depths of my mind, I just cannot seem to remember the tune they sang.
“Yet from whence I came, I am of an ordinary height. Perhaps we ought to array the whole cosmos in height order, and determine the true average this way?”
If she was joking, she didn’t show it. The nuances of human conversation had begun to flake from her mind.
A gaunt-pale face stares at @TEMPXSTPHXNTASM. It was not there. And now it is. A blink, and a silent observer appears.
A stifling aura suppresses the sounds beyond the room. Crashes the temperature until Seele’s breath misted the air before her. Those eyes are as —
I am not sure … why I bothered to keep a bed in these new accommodations. Or even why I have bothered with accommodations.
I have no need of them. Would I even need them for a guest?
It is hard to see. It is harder still to live it.
What do you think? You have seen so much. Pried. Investigated.
Replying to @PHO7OFLASH
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there's really no going back ever, is there... i've studied, like, a lot of pictures of all of you, you know. and, um, well. i guess it's just hard seeing how it all imploded...
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