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ariane yeong

@visionsofalina

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I don't know how much longer I can go on. I do not want to live anymore as what I have become. The red eye beyond the gate showed me, no, touched me, poisoned me.

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As a storm raged in the sky, I fell from a ruined sky-scraper on Vineta, but I never reached the ocean below. I kept falling, when suddenly, lightning struck the building, and I woke up.

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There exists a connection between all of us that few are fully aware of. A song that we all dance to, but few can hear. This deep vibration of the cosmos can not just be heard and felt. We all resonate in harmony with it, shaping it, deforming it around us.

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It feels like my mind has been contaminated, defiled, by another person's memory. I’m no longer fully myself anymore, but I've not fully become someone else either.

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I haven't seen Elster the last few days, I hope she's okay... more and more people go missing in the mine lately, including Replikas.

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I don't know how much longer I can go on. I do not want to live anymore as what I have become. The red eye beyond the gate showed me, no, touched me, poisoned me.

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I was floating in the sunless sea below the ice of Rotfront, when I saw a large creature move in the darkness below me in the moon's dark core.

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A prison from which the only escape is death. Deep below, the dreamer floats in a sea of flesh, the red eye birthing a new world from their dream for eternity. And each time the dreamer turns over in their sleep, the world turns over too, until only flesh remains.

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But every once in a while, some are born that cannot only hear and play this music of the worlds, but who can conduct it. Gifted individuals capable of manipulating the essence of the world around them.

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As I've relived the same cycle over and over each time details changed, things are twisted, added, removed... How long until it all turns to nothing but noise?