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[cathar_jedi]

[Her writing's visibly shakier than usual, lines of text curving across the page rather than staying straight.  Strikes are readable with effort.]

Why

I cannot

What has happened?  Why am I unable to sense - anyone?  The people have not vanished, there is writing, but I

I feel as if I have gone blind.

Handmaiden, where are you?

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[ice_echani]

You as well? I also cannot [inkblot]

I am at home. Are y Do you need anything?

[cathar_jedi]

You live! [That was in doubt for a bit.]

I - There is nothing that you can do. I shall [pause] I shall leave my dwelling now, before it becomes crowded. I do not wish to be trapped inside.

I will hope that this does not last.

[ice_echani]

[shaky writing here]

Yes. I had wondered about you as well. It is as though the Force is not there, but it must be for us to still be living. I do not know why we have been cut off to it but I will hope that this does not last long. I do no

If you wish to stay with me until it returns to us, you may.

[cathar_jedi]

These conclusions are sensible. It is [pause] deeply unsettling.

Truly? I -

Thank you.

[weaver_girl]

You, too?

[cathar_jedi]

It feels as if everything living has died or retreated too far to sense, but if they had I would still sense the nonliving objects, and myself, and also I appear different.

[Yeah, composure's taken a hit.]

[weaver_girl]

Oh. Oh. You can sense everything? I can't even imagine...

Different how? I'm quite sure I looked the same when I looked in the mirror, but I can't seem to feel anyone.

[cathar_jedi]

When the effort is made - perhaps it has something to do with the film of microscopic life coating most things, I am unsure.

I do not appear to be Cathar.