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Latest revision as of 23:14, 3 September 2018
“Man is not what he thinks he is, he is what he hides.” - André Malraux |
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I awoke in darkness. I was aware of my body and that I existed within it but in an oddly senseless way. There was nothing to see, nothing to hear. No scent filled my nostrils, no taste lay upon my tongue. I felt nothing for there was nothing to feel. I was suspended within a void. Did I die? Am I dead?, I wondered. Within the gloom, something wondered back at me: What is death but a transition into another state of being? And thus my Durance began.
Courtless Looking over her shoulder Newcomer Normal but .. not Old
Changelings
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