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Darkness.
Darkness, but darker.
Darkness, yet darker and even darker.
Waves of Dark.
Currents of Dark.
Patterns of Dark.
A voice in the Dark…
“VERY, VERY GOOD…”
The vessel. The creation. Beautiful.
The voice, speaking again, voice vibrating in the darkness, part of and making up the darkness.
“YOUR VESSEL…”
Suddenly its gone. The feeling of the cool waves of darkness, of potential, the patterns of possibility in the darkness. Gone.
Something, a voice. A new voice, not like the other, not like the other, the one called פ̷̢̲̲̦͕̟ͯ͋̇͐̂̊̎̄͂̐ͧ̐ ̴̢̟̟͇͉͎͙̌ͮ͐̽ͥͧͬͨ͢͜͜ɐ̡̤̠͍̲̏ͦ̋̍̿͛̓ͬ̇̀͟͟ ̸̭͖̼̻̻ͭ̃͛ͧ͐ͮ̋ͤ͂̂͢͟͝͝s͉̳̲̱̤͗̔̽ͪͦ͂̌ͩͪ́͘͟ͅ ̢͓̰̥ͭ̒ͤͧ̑ͣ̔ͮ̿͟ʇ̶̵̷̢̡̝̤̜͎̠̒ͨ͗̆̉ͭͨͫ ̵̶̰͚͖̬̣̮̪ͨ̿̇ͦ̇̈́͞͝ǝ̶̡̩̝̪̮͍͚ͭͯ͒̽̅͌͌̅͟͞͞ ̵̝̖̰͙̝̄ͥ̌͑̓͂̿͑͘͜͟͞�̞̖̈́̓̅̃ͪ̌̇ͦ͋̀́͟͜ ̴̴̡̡̫̠̩̰̫̄̿̅̍ͩͥ̊̾͑͌͒ͫ͝�̷̵̜̟̺̜̻̹̑̓ͬ̾̈́̉ͧͭͫ͟.
It has fight, anger, rage, something. It has emotion, it is… real. It exists distinctly, singularly. Unlike the other...
“Will now be discarded.” The angry voice says. Something - no, just the voice. It's different, it has qualities. Traits. Male? No, female? Perhaps - yes, a girl.
“No one gets to choose who they are in this world.” It - no, she, says. She sounds like she knows what she’s talking about.
“Your…
Name…
Is…”