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IC INBOX ( KENOS ).
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█ To Commune with Drizzt Do'urden is to step out of extreme darkness, blindly scrabbling below a burning sun. To feel pain and hope filling the heart, amidst the bitterness of exceptional loss. It is the wind sweeping across permafrost, cascading down towering mountains rising like the arched spine of a great entity; the fumbling descent to a forested encampment, filled with hundreds of unique seats arranged around a warming fire. Every seat bears a core warmth, as if the person who had once inhabited it had only just clambered to their feet, and walked away into the darkness beyond the fires. It is a sweet loneliness, and a lingering terror of being alone. |
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[ Ah, the resilience of youth! She's so cute........ ]
It was my first experience with the Oracle, actually. I haven't been here for more than a month or two, working on finding my way. I don't believe I contributed much to either the victory or the loss, either — I don't believe in the things that Oracle wanted us to prove to it.
[ There's a little scorn in his voice, towards the Effigy that had ultimately gone to Meridian. Condemnation for something that demanded such cruelty and harshness from people who didn't deserve to have themselves put on display to all of Kenos at their worst, their most desperate. ]
And I remember what I gave up to it, now. I was lucky that my memory was returned. Was yours?