Deux
As novel as mortality, this dansent chez trépas, is, human life grows far to simple for a being born of conflict and raised on brutality. These drones, especially, remind me far too much of tools produced en masse for an unrevealed purpose, decorated with illusions of uniqueness yet in the end naught but endless iterations of the same object. It sickens me to share living space with so many of these dolls...not that you could call what they do living, more like going about the motions of life in a pale illusion of humanity. It's almost enough to bring old habits to the fore...perhaps a distraction would be for the best, else I may lapse once again into foolish insanity.
Things said through this primitive network have piqued my curiosity, anyway. Certainly those I know of my world aren't the only ones here who transcend mortal flesh in their own plain? So come, my fellow beasts beyond humanity. I can't help but wonder what magnificent apparitions have been stripped of their glory and placed here to live as though ordinary.
Ahh, but speaking of my own world, Rubedo, Ma Pèche, I hear you're present as well, yet have not had the pleasure of meeting you since my own arrival. Certainly my dearest twin and sweetest peach aren't avoiding me, even in my own state of weakness?
Things said through this primitive network have piqued my curiosity, anyway. Certainly those I know of my world aren't the only ones here who transcend mortal flesh in their own plain? So come, my fellow beasts beyond humanity. I can't help but wonder what magnificent apparitions have been stripped of their glory and placed here to live as though ordinary.
Ahh, but speaking of my own world, Rubedo, Ma Pèche, I hear you're present as well, yet have not had the pleasure of meeting you since my own arrival. Certainly my dearest twin and sweetest peach aren't avoiding me, even in my own state of weakness?