The afterlife is both wonderful and awful. There is no in-between, here. Everything is white or black or gray. You are either dead, or you are not. There is a place where they are all borne from (or fall into once their bodies cease breathing), where they rise on steady, ghostly legs like newborn babies. There is the intriguing rip in the curtain where either the dead arrive or the living visit. He watches the gap daily, hourly, waiting for his children to pay him a visit. |
COTY
Assailant -- Year 226
QOTY
"But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura
she's smoke; Hestoni
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