{-Stops fighting entirely and simply opens himself up to it entirely-}
-There are billions of voices here, across trillions of years. Not all of them are human. Some of them are impossible, belong to stars. Some of the years are silent and empty and stretch on for centuries. Some of them are sharp, and they burn when looked at. Some of them are beautiful beyond words-
-It seems them all at once, in all their glory-
edited 7th Apr '15 3:51:15 PM by GameSpazzer
MY SOUL IS DARK BUT MY HAIR IS COLORFUL — Brahian Pokémon AlchemistWell- it's kind of hard to traverse that distance. It'd take a long time... and neither of us can really afford to take that time. And neither of us are really- able to go alone.
Me because my family's a little protective, and her because I'm pretty remote.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post

-Fen screams but she doesn't let go-
-she starts to inch her way back to her own bod with it-
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