sappatoti
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Joined: 10/30/2006 From: the edge of darkness... Status: offline
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[... the tiny orb, with all of its discharges and colors, suddenly freezes ... the diffuse bubbles of colors vanish ... the static discharges disappear ... the bright greenish light that enshrouds the pavilion of posts ceases to exist ... the candles within the pavilion remain untouched and lit as the tiny spheroid above stays frozen ... life around the pavilion continues, yet the sphere seems to have become stuck in some sort of stasis ... unmoving ... unchanging ... leaves rustle in the trees above the pavilion as a normal breeze returns and with it, begins to carry the frozen sphere off ... gently floating in the invisible currents of the breeze ... drifting farther and farther away from the pavilion until it fades away into the distance ... and somewhere, deep within the darkness, another portal opens and closes for the final time ...]
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Never mind the man on the edge of the darkness... he means no harm... "Community, Identity, Stability." ~ A Brave New World, Aldous Huxley, 1932 If you don't like my attitude, QUIT TALKING TO ME!
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