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[adhiira]

Unquiet hearts find sweeter rest. No longer does it loom, a pall upon this city. Last vestige of progress' lie, to the depths it goes. And this one wonders, only...

Do you enjoy your taste of larger sky, now the clouds have been plucked aside?

[There is the slight tinkling of delicate metal, movement, likely some worn adornment.]Sure as the wind

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[illusivetactics]

Our hearts.

Interesting choice of words.

[adhiira]

It's is what makes a person, a Somebody, is it not?

[illusivetactics]

A complete being. Yes.

[adhiira]

And an incomplete being? What use is there in knowing them, this one wonders. As a point of curiosity, of course.

[illusivetactics]

Then perhaps we may yet find ourselves in accord.