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“every now and then, the fog in my mind lifts. but only for a brief period. when we used to travel across worlds, we had the ability of flight. we would soar amongst the clouds, and it would just be the two of us. sometimes playing games, hiding, chasing each other, making dumb jokes and laughing together, or just enjoying being high in the sky with each other’s company.”
“i didn’t just lose my other half that day. i was stripped of my wings, my powers, my freedom.
such happy thoughts are tainted with the weight of losing what i held most dear.
maybe if i were to think a little quicker, fly a little faster, maybe we wouldn’t of been separated”
“i miss her. i miss my wings. i miss the ability to soar high up in the clouds without a care in the world.”
“i took it all for granted and now i’ve lost everything”
“my beloved traveler, i may not have my gnosis anymore but i am far from powerless.”
“if you wish, i would love to help you fly once more.”