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You didn't know who to be, or how to be that who. You inquired after him, he was so not-you, you so not-he. In seeking him you sought yourself but the severe disconnect blanked and dampened you, receptive as you were: strange village, strange masks, strange folk, strange potions that sent you drifting off into the relief of no-oneness. You didn't need to be (nor could you be) anyone at all, until your self came drifting back, two steps forth, one step into quicksand, reality shuddering and splitting, with no way to fix it, no way out! The Master smirked….