Lovely view of our immortal journal-keeper. My favorite part:
The shapes drift and rearrange. Become lost to time. Are translated so poorly all he can do is laugh. Sometimes the knowledge that he is the only one who still understands is a heavy burden. A burden that lightens when he remembers that some remain a mystery, even to him.
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Nice ficlet!
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The shapes drift and rearrange. Become lost to time. Are translated so poorly all he can do is laugh. Sometimes the knowledge that he is the only one who still understands is a heavy burden. A burden that lightens when he remembers that some remain a mystery, even to him.
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