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[mm_tea_ism]

Shapeless, nameless, yet we we avoid it where we may. We pour the water into a twisted glass, then marvel that it has taken its shape.

It can only follow what it has been given.

Take a moral from the tale: it lies within, 'twixt shadow and soul, and what we see around us, and we have no need of wives to pour ice along our backs.

For the darkest

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[madeinoblivion]

That's a memory I'm not ready to share...

[mm_tea_ism]

Then it is best to let it go.

[madeinoblivion]

Go where?

[mybff_scabbers]

Oh <>no. Do you mean there's going to be another event? Please don't steal our memories anymore!

[mm_tea_ism]

Everything is forgotten. All things may be taken.

We hold them in trust, for all your sakes. ♥

[mybff_scabbers]

...Everything? But, but you can't take everything from us! How will we remember our homes, our families, how to do magic... what if we forget to breathe? Then we'll die! If this is supposed to be for our 'sakes', then it really isn't helping us.

[mm_tea_ism]

In your own worlds, how long would you remember?

How long would they?

Dead and gone, and all is dust.