Challenging · Inland Empire ≥ 6
This means something to him. To know that name. Like naming a case. It's important.
Psyche
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This means something to him. To know that name. Like naming a case. It's important.
According to Klaasje, Lely said his real name wasn't really his -- perhaps that's because he was fostered?
The white noise turns into a wall of mist and grey mould, bubbling, sweeping over the city... it tears up buildings and raises sidewalks into the sky. It's Revachol -- at the end of the world.
Nothing. Just slow disappearance. You look at a tree or a coal shed, then look away, and, turning back...
...the shed will be gone, and you won't even remember that the tree was ever there, much less what kind of tree it was, a pine or a birch. You won't remember if a man had been hanging from it.
There was a longing in her for some sort of denouement, but it's unlikely that it was this... turning prematurely grey while being escorted from interrogation room to interrogation room...
It was dark in the shack. The waves outside had calmed down. She looked at the loaded gun, then she cracked the barrel open and took the bullet out. Not today.
Yes, but even in this anguish you can't see its precise shape. It's unimaginable for a reason.
Fragments on bone scattering, like your thoughts at this moment, sticking now to forebodings, now to a strangely familiar voice...
No, no, it can't be that. You're not Harry Du Bois. Forget you heard any of this. There's no time to deal with this now.
The same thing that happens to all humans. You will become vapour. Dissolve into frequencies. Then those frequencies will be forgotten.
There's something in the wind. Sometimes the only way to go forward is to fail first.
As if said by someone else. Someone outside you. Around you. Not you.
ASTRAL PROJECTION! Be open-minded about this.