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[After finally feeling himself fade away, barely connected to the world any more, it's something of a surprise that he finds himself waking up here in a strange bed.

Waking. Up.

No, he doesn't sleep, he powers down. Waking up isn't the word for what he does. So why is this sensation so different and absurd? ( Read more... )

[Hello Luceti.

On the branch of a tree somewhere in the forest, a raven haired boy lounges fearlessly, almost carelessly. He's already replaced the white pants with his own attire, though regrettably, his trinkets and teapot are no where to be found ( Read more... )