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[ovon]

I was a believer, but I had doubts.

In the dead of night, I sat up worrying. What if the gods didn't notice us and our little song? What if they didn't care? In my dreams I flew through the clouds, forever and ever, but I couldn't find Chiu Rualu. I couldn't find my way home. I was alone.

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[wheel_of_masks]

Shameful confession time: I'm just now getting around to reading all the character journals. After this one, I'm almost not sorry I waited. This is all deliciously disturbing and is taking my emotional buttons for a tympani. :) It wouldn't be so bad if I weren't sitting here listening to Laurie Anderson to jostle upon my rusted-shut emotional floodgates. At least I'm picking the damn song that's going to reprogram me. Sheesh. c.c;

And that's it, hands of my damn cabbit, creepy witchy shiny! ;)x+1

[ovon]

*glee* As I said, there's definitely some of your influence on all this - the hypnotic Song, for instance...

For a minute there, I thought "hands of my damn cabbit" was a peculiar Lunar oath of some kind. :D