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+ | When everyone else was shouting, you actually paid some attention to the visions you saw as you were dragged into the strange place of nothingness. Something rings a bell. You can almost see the pattern through the chaos. | ||
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+ | You think through the visions you've seen, the strange and ever shifting scenes. They are all such visions of some kind of pain? from melancholic to despair. You open a sketch book and allow you pencil to wander as you try to recall the things you saw. There was something, something that felt... familiar. You pen a little flower and the puzzle piece connects. | ||
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+ | //Gilded clouds unfurl like tender summer vines. A blue dress vanishes behind the wall of roses. Peek behind, or don’t. A drop of tear, a drop of blood, an embrace of roses, a lingering touch.// | ||
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+ | That vision fits everything Florianus said about the day he lost his sister to a Rhosyn. Could it have been his Rapture? | ||
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+ | All those visions were visions of loss. Could each of them be // |