[001] Burning clouds around and in my solar plexus

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On this eight day of March we are proud to announce the birth of one girl child to this tree of life, named Eden of the Sphere. Though she was born yesterday.The girl sees no reason to complain of the uncomplicated, un-painful yet inherently messy business of birth, though she does think the clothes offered to new births are rather of the

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[BLOT, then nothing more for several minutes. Simon is torn between ecstasy and FML.]

Hello, Qǐ. My name is Simon.

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[Have some flowers drawn out of that blot.]

Simon. Simon. Simon.

It's like a small bell.

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Does my name sound familiar to you...?

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The ink leaves it unfinished she can't find the thread to the bell on paper alone.

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[Pen taps. He's not really sure how to respond to that, but he'll take that as a yes.]

Do you feel like you're- like you're missing someone?

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The moon.

Her planet is missing his moon.

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[Blot. He's not entirely sure why, but that sentence warms his heart.]

I'm missing someone like that, too. Do you want to find him?

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She needs to find his moon to complete it's orbit so that she's a celestial body once more. Needs to. Not like the name or the blank spaces. More important than those.

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She'll find him soon. The moon and the planet are drawn to each other, after all.

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Gravity and polarity. The planet could go looking for the moon but she may disrupt things as she tends to do in the process.

Will the moon come look for her?

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She never disrupts things.

He will. I promise... I promise I will.

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You chased the comets away.

Your word is your bond Simon. I'll wait.

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And I'll be there. No matter what it takes.

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We believe you.