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Jan 31, 2006 22:36

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silver_flecks February 2 2006, 03:43:14 UTC
(tempus frangit)

Time is

(an illusion)

(a face on the water)

(what prevents everything from happening at once)

relative.

But the best way to get somewhere is to just start walking.

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no_more_chianti February 2 2006, 04:03:47 UTC
Was there always this corridor just off the main hall?

She doesn't remember it, but there is always the chance that she'd just overlooked it-- it's easy to ignore, not much more than a narrow gap in the wall.

Clarice comes to the doorframe and glances down the little hallway.

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silver_flecks February 2 2006, 04:07:09 UTC
The walls are

(blue green blue green)

white, and the floor is white, and the ceiling is white, but when you walk through it you feel like you're surrounded by every colour there is.

(white light consists of every other colour of light at once)

It's a short hallway, but the walk is long.

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no_more_chianti February 2 2006, 04:23:07 UTC
Clarice blinks at the brightness-- because whatever color it really is, it's intense, almost lurid, and she squinches her eyes nearly shut just to get through it.

Funny how she can see the other end but never quite reach it.

What is he keeping *here*?

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