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4199629312Acheron IEverything is a question of survival. How do I live? How do I satiate my hunger, my thirst? How do I protect myself from predators? How do I shelter from the storm? For a long, long time, our people asked only this. We fought to separate life from deat…
4199629315Acheron IIIn my past life, I was a gardener. Not that Gardener. Don't be cheeky. No, I grew flowers. I tilled soil. I planted seeds and bulbs and rootstock. I gave them water and nutrients. I dug out the weeds and shooed off the pests. In all my centuries, my g…
4199629314Styx IAll we have ever wanted was to protect others. We understand if you do not believe that. We did not meet on the best of terms, did we? We understand your fear, your wounds. But perhaps you may yet come to understand us. To know our minds, and to accept t…
4199629317Styx IIIt is so very strange to live like this. To be a part of our Witness, yet held apart. But it's not all bad. I was a historian, once, and I have had a very, very long time to remember. We had never before been driven back. We had never failed so utterly,…
4199629316Phlegethon ILet us tell you a story. Once upon a time, we had just begun to venture out into the cosmos, when we met another species. This species suffered from death and disease, and we thought to offer our skills to aid them. At the time, we felt that we should be a…
4199629319Phlegethon IIWhen the creation of our Witness was first proposed, we argued. As a philosopher, my voice was one of the loudest. Such a profession may seem to you like idle luxury—but we had no lack of resources or time. We desired only purpose, and I was but one of man…
4199629318LetheThere is something wrong with me. I should not have a "me." I should be "we." I should be. But there is something wrong with me, and I am not "we." There are many things I remember that are not. I remember tending an allotment in a far-away system. I…
4199629321EunoeDespair. Doubt. Sentimentality. Weakness. We are above such… aberrations. We are the Witness. We are the first knife who cuts free the final shape. We have found the only answer to the only question. We are all that we were, are, and will ever be. We a…
4240927290SHE FALLSYou're small. You're so small. I should have protected you. I hold you in my hands, these last pieces of you, but you're gone. There's no love, no Light, left for me to hold. Only these last pieces. My Ghost. My heart. You are my heart. You were my heart…

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