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[doesntneedfixed]

...they took her out of the sky, and put her down on a little bitty box. All the white walls, all the people about like ants. They wander about aimlessly, so very, very un-purposed and lost. All from a different place, each and every one. Little feathers floating random

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[nocturncoat]

... River? You're back?

[doesntneedfixed]

She does not know all the chattering that comes her way. New voices, new sounds. She has not been here before.

[nocturncoat]

Oh, I guess you don't remember, or you're a different version of her or something.

You - or you from an alternate universe - were here before. I'm Nocturne.

[doesntneedfixed]

The singing night knows her name, but she does not remember having stepped in the grass here.

[nocturncoat]

It's complicated. There's all this stuff with alternate timelines...

The easiest way to think of it is that there's an infinite number of universes, so some of them are bound to have the same people in them. There's a friend of mine who's been and gone a dozen times, and there's never been more than two of him here at once.

[doesntneedfixed]

Time shatters into pieces when people meddle.

[nocturncoat]

It seems to be holding up around here so far, honestly. Then again, maybe the way people keep getting ideas to do crazy things to everyone - or the way things go wrong in a way that makes crazy things happen - is some sort of backlash, like that theory about history putting itself back together to make sure the past isn't changed.