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Sleep crusted eyes creaked open, then squeezed shut again. Zanik lifted his hand, shielding his gaze from the seemingly harsh light. As his eyes adjusted to the glare, he surveyed the room he was in. A study of some sort, with many tall bookshelves lining the walls. He squinted, straining his eyes, but he could not see the titles on any of the ( Read more... )

Journal,

As things go, my days have been relatively calm. Mild. Little excitement to be had anywhere. I've met up with some old friends, shared a few drinks here and there. Everything's at a standstill, it seems. Waiting for the next tragedy.

I can't say I didn't notice Fawn. Poor, poor Fawn. The times I'm available, she's gone and disappeared ( Read more... )

Journal,

You of all inanimate objects should know the answer to this question.

What am I doing?

Get back to me sometime,

-Zanik

Journal,

I'm not sure what to do anymore.

I find myself wishing that man took away the early memories of my 'life' after waking up. But then, I wouldn't be prepared for this. Such a severe case of déjà vu this is. She's uncertain about me. Unsure if I'm the man she loves still. Afraid I've become somebody else. What can I do? There's no words here ( Read more... )

Journal,

A lot happened today. I can't really describe it. Things seem to be getting crazier and crazier all around me, but suddenly I'm the only sane one around. It's so calm inside. That windmill's gone! There's a house where it used to be. There're clouds in the sky (which is whole!), there's a sun, a gentle breeze... it feels like home. Like my ( Read more... )

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