.14 - broadcast mind

[justasimple]

[You see ocean as far as the eye can see, tiny boats speckling the waves like the birds on the shoreline. The land behind you is filled with the sound of men shouting, metal against metal, and horses whining in distress

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Voice

[swordofthenorth]

It is a slippery thing, gone between our finger before we've ever realized a moment of it was within our grasp.

Voice

[justasimple]

Ah.

Isley... Surely you know this more than most.

Voice | Ugh, my t ypos... *sobs* That should be "fingers".

[swordofthenorth]

Perhaps, although I suspect others share my views.

Time, Medicine Seller, yields for no one.

Voice | pfft. I didn't even notice.

[justasimple]

Time may change things.

But, my... I wonder what stays the same.