My mind's eye is, for the first time in ages, open. A woman has appeared before it and asked with a true sincerity about its thoughts, its functions, and its morales. My soul delighteth in ansering the questions of this young woman, and it knows not why. Now, as the days pass and the questions are ansered, my mind's eye wonders if it should let the gates of my soul open all the way and let her truely explore the vast, unused caverns of storage.
But that's for another day . . .
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The Restless Soul
My new name is Daekei to conceal myself from the occurances from days long past. Hear me if you will.
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