[2.0] The lost art of communication

[unwinding_key]

Someone told me that dying changes very little about a person and I am inclined to agree. This entire place is rather like a memory I cannot quite pick up upon, just out of reach. Which, I am told, is rather common here. Considering that we cannot remember our own names, our stations, our pasts.

So tell me, dear residents: is my hand writing

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[pinkhairedchild]

Hiya Curly-head!

[unwinding_key]

Hello. What is your name?

[pinkhairedchild]

I'm Blood, and I know you!

[unwinding_key]

Ah! You are Ghost's younger sister, correct? A pleasure to meet you again, Blood.

[pinkhairedchild]

That's right! Nice to meet you!