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XVII → His Days Are As Grass
How strange.
Years pass overnight.
A curse, but still.
Hmn. I feel no different.
Some do. And look different too.
Heh. Like prophecy. Like seeing the future.
But it reminds one how fleeting life can be.
And the world goes on.
Unaffected--so I have things to do.
[ooc: Katan's like...antediluvian. It's canon...if they had a Flood in the ( Read more... )