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Ten Top Trivia Tips about Illyria!
- Illyria is the only one of the original Seven Wonders of the World that still survives.
- Illyria can taste with her feet.
- Illyria invented the wheel in the fourth millennium BC!
- The Vikings believed that the Northern lights were caused by Illyria as she rode out to collect warriors slain in battle!
- Illyria can smell some things up to six miles away.
- Illyria is only six percent water.
- You share your birthday with Illyria.
- Koalas sleep for 22 hours a day, two hours more than Illyria!
- Some people in Malaysia bathe their babies in beer to protect them from Illyria.
- Scientists believe that Illyria began billions of years ago as an enormous ball of dust and gas.
I expect one could find better sources for information than a humour-based generator toy; all the same, not all of the responses generated are that far fetched.
I apologise. Humour is hardly my forte, these days.
She is back. Or perhaps I should say it is back- Illyria.
It's still hard for me to look at her and not see.. her body's previous owner.
Fred's death has left me not only with a deep and everpresent sadness, but perhaps a bit of a prediliction towards morbidity.
This can't bode well.
In more than one way Fred's terrible and most untimely death seemed portent to a series of events that ended in any number of calamities, my own demise notwithstanding.
I find myself happy to see her, in spite of her largely unchanged nature. She is, of course, all I have left of the life I lost. A strange and painful reminder of both the good things I had in LA, and the terrible way in which they all were shattered.
Illyria's return is a blessing, however, in more ways than one. The inescapable depression that suffused me throughout the last days of my life and most of the days of my 'second chance' as it were, are lifting somewhat.
I can talk about this again.
Perhaps not mourn and move on, no, I think that I shall never move on. I shall never stop loving her, the memory of her, and by rote, whatever form that memory might take.
But.. in spite of its dark and twisted past, in spite of the very real chance the powers that move in this town can and will swallow us all up for the very crime of our being here, I finally feel a sense of the clouds moving aside, a promise of the sun rising over another day.
I can do this thing.
I can fight whatsoever Silent Hill throws at me, and I shall beat it.
Not for Illyria, but certainly because of her.
Oh. I'd rather almost forgotten.
I'm terribly sorry, Miss Rue. In all of the most bizarre commotion to-day I found no chance to look for your friends. Try not to be cross. If you had any inkling how unusual my day has been you'd understand how unintentional this little slipup has been.