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Equimorto


"...what did I just even read." - Wintermist || "Pour la beauté du geste" || ooo || π

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They would keep up their pointless fight, and he would keep watching, without intervening. It was a pointless fight, he knew that. He should have just ignored them altogether, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. At the very least, she was still there, so he wasn't alone anymore.

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Hmm. Interesting, but the fiction and metafiction blur together so much that I'm not sure which bits are Sunburst, which are the godspeaker, and which are you projecting onto both (assuming any of it is that last one.) You definitely conveyed the feeling of a disorganized rough draft well, but that means that it reads like a disorganized rough draft.

Oh, but truth is no fun... Does it really worth to dig up something that can burn you?
Let's make illusions instead. Something to die for.

I like how this leaves impression of crumbling reality, an interesting thing to reread

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