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[ tonight, when you return to your room, there's a journal waiting for you. it's open to the first page, with your name and the date written neatly in a rusty brown in the upper right hand corner.

as you step forward, the pages flutter in anticipation. ]

(( NOT DEADLY but not entirely safe. carry on winding down due to internet problems. feel

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[harisentai]

[........... jiiiii]

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[ there's a feeling of anticipation in the air, somehow ]

[harisentai]

[:|a... just staring]

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[ the ink of your name seems to grow more bold, then shrink back ]

[harisentai]

... ?

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[ and again, and again ]

[harisentai]

[FINE I will come closer]

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[ the pages flutter, eagerly ]

[harisentai]

[... more jiiii]

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[ flutter, flutter ]

[harisentai]

[fine!!1]

What is this?

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[ a single spot of ink appears, suddenly. ]

[harisentai]

What?

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[ it slowly starts to fade ]

[harisentai]

[reaching to touch the page]

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[ it flutters ]