Alone….never ending loneliness….they come, they go, but never say a word to me…so alone. No Qwin to comfort, no Daltan to hold me. The darkness cloys at me, its fingers wrapping me in a sickly embrace as I grasp at the little sliver of light above me. That light is my comfort…the one thing that reminds me of the world outside where colour and space and love dance together, always there, always out of my reach. Whispers wander down from above me.
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Death.
