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I breathed. Far below a half-thought thought, below a whisper of imagined reaction, below the dreaming half woken slumber, below even the first hint of dawn on my cheek. My first taste of consciousness was a deep breath. A stale exhale of older musings and younger dreams, and a cold sharp inhalation of life. I breathed and the world changed. A short time later, I looked up. Words cannot describe the glory of a moonrise on allatia, the sun kisses the snow fields good night with gentle breath and they, jealous of her affection gone till morning, shine all the brighter with the reflected light of a tri-moon night. The sun is cool here, and the winter harsher still. I lay in a pool of hair, so soft and yet I cannot name them. They smell of jasmine, and I know, as I have never known, or did I know before I muse, that this smell is safe. I drift again.

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More to come, I finally realized where the beginning was. Beware.