one.

[sidewayseeing]

my my my!

(It has been some time since I have been up here.      
      It is much more peaceful down there, I must admit.)

And quieter.                                  
Pleasantly so.
(If that is not too hard to believe?)

I am, I believe, running behind?
Irrevocably (& regrettably) d e l a y e d.

Love of mine, if you would forgive me my

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[threeheadeddog]

hihihihi i know you

[sidewayseeing]

You do?
      Do you?

Am I to know you as well?

[threeheadeddog]

im CERBERUS

[sidewayseeing]

Are you?

Well.
I suppose that you are, at that.
It is just a bit - crooked?
Perhaps?

[unloved_nymph]

Um, Welcome to the complex.

[sidewayseeing]

Complex?
Well, yes it rather is.

com·plex
- adj
1. made up of various interconnected parts; composite
2. (of thoughts, writing, etc) intricate or involved
3. [grammar]
   a. (of a word) containing at least one bound form
   b. (of a noun phrase) containing both a lexical noun and an embedded clause, as for example the italicized parts of the following sentence: I didn't know the man who served me
   c. (of a sentence) formed by subordination of one clause to another
4. [maths] of or involving one or more complex numbers

- noun
5. a whole made up of interconnected or related parts: a building complex
6. [psychoanal] a group of emotional ideas or impulses that have been banished from the conscious mind but that continue to influence a person's behaviour
7. [informal] an obsession or excessive fear: he's got a complex about cats

A great number could apply.

[unloved_nymph]

Oh! I suppose you are right. One seems clear, we are all connected here in a twisty twining building reaching up into the sky, but not very poetical. Two and Three depend on the person but I will, um, do my best if that is what you prefer, Lady Pasithea. Morpheus is certainly very talented at intricate involved thoughts. Four is difficult to keep track of, I'm good at Math when the numbers are willing to dance, but it's so hard to tell. Five is what I meant but Six seems truer somehow. I do hope that no one here has Seven.

Does that help, Lady Pasithea?

[sidewayseeing]

Oh!
That - makes far more sense, yes.
Easier to categorize.

If I might know your name?
And you hardly need any [Lady]s.
I have never found much use for them myself.

[xworthless_onex]

Oh! Hello ma'am!

[sidewayseeing]

Salutations.

Though: Goodness!
Am I needing of ma'ams?
I suppose I had not realized.

[xworthless_onex]

Well, you're Hypnos' wife are you not?

He informally adopted me, but I don't want to impose you.

[sidewayseeing]

Is there a reason I would not be?

Oh.
I suppose I had not thought of that.

That would be -
How would that     impose?

[morphingreality]

It is rather loud here. Adjustment comes slowly.

And better late, than never, mother.

[sidewayseeing]

And bright.
And  h e c t i c.

Hello, darling.

[morphingreality]

It's usually the roads, cars are much too loud and fast.

Hello, mom. Have you seen dad yet?

[sidewayseeing]

They   b l u r   rather nicely, though. As they pass.

No.
Not yet.
I had not been too worried, but -
You do suppose he still wishes to see me?

[justfivemore]

Hello, Pasithea.

[sidewayseeing]

Oh.

[sidewayseeing]

Oh!

I have -
It has been -

Hello, love.

HIS HEART. FLUTTERING.

[justfivemore]

Have you, ah.

I do hope you have not been too lonely, darling... It was never, um.

I did not mean for you to be left alone, and for so long.