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Thirty-Eighth Cross - [Voice]
May. 11th, 2009 09:27 amThe nights... are long.
[His voice is soft and light, almost as if not talking to the communicator at all.]
Two moons...
Dark sky, moons lighting the sky, a soft bed. A blanket, for warmth.
Eyes closed, and you're swallowed, engulfed in a darkness you've grown used to calling 'sleep'.
I...
Each night is suffering. I am finished.
[And with that, he drops the comm, and it times out.]
[His voice is soft and light, almost as if not talking to the communicator at all.]
Two moons...
Dark sky, moons lighting the sky, a soft bed. A blanket, for warmth.
Eyes closed, and you're swallowed, engulfed in a darkness you've grown used to calling 'sleep'.
I...
Each night is suffering. I am finished.
[And with that, he drops the comm, and it times out.]
