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Mar 06, 2011 12:02

what might have been morning in another place rolls around. everything is quiet and everything is still, other than the light drizzle of rain.

except, of course, the figure standing in the trees, only differentiated from the trees around him when he moves, drifting a few paces closer to the playground-camp.

it's time for the end.

Note for kid-muns: When the adults breach the barrier, powers will go back on. Life is good, huh?
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