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You are alone in a place that is empty. It is quiet here.
But sometimes it is not.
Sometimes;
You are on a path in the middle of the woods…
You stand in front of a pristine dagger perched atop a table…
You are in the basement of a cabin…
But always,
You are the storyteller, the weaver of these tales, the driving force behind the motions of every finger, the fire in every step.
You are a symphony of waves clashing and crashing together, off to mold new ideas and shapes, yet you collide against the same shore.
You are a concept.
Not unlike her.
But also, not quite the same.
While she is a concept built off of perception, you are one built off of self-judgment.
Wisdom.
You don’t remember how or why you arrived here.
But you know there are plenty of more stories to be weaved.
One does not need an explanation, they just write.
Table of Contents
The Competition
Voice of the Cheated/Reader
You and the Cheated’s relationship had always had a competitive nature to it. After the Cheated’s large losing streak, you both decide to make a bet.
The Investigation
Voice of the Paranoid/Reader
You had been receiving small encouraging notes from an anonymous sender for quite a while. Today, you would find out the identity of them.
The Storm
Voice of the Skeptic & Reader
You were always the anchor that people relied on when adrift in the sea. But when the storm came in, you couldn’t find it in you to rely on yourself.
The Confession
Voice of the Contrarian/Reader
You had harbored feelings for your friend for a long time. Enlisting help from the Hero, you’d find a way to confess them.
The Illness
Voice of the Broken/Reader
You got sick. Thankfully, you weren’t alone.