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I miss the starlight

I miss the sky

I miss the world's great wonder

But most of all

I miss the you

That's lying six feet under.

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what's the shattering? is that the name of a horror movie or something?

As much as I wish that were the case, its the name of an affliction. If you don't have a soul but should, or have a soul and shouldn't, your body begins to crack and chip like porcelain.

hope this helps

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The soft sound of Clair de Lune drifted past the Oracle's head. Gentle, mournful, a friendly gesture from one lantern bearer to another.

Perhaps one day he would join in on the lyre.

you will have to forgive if my playing is inadequate.

I have much to learn.

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How's your body holding up? I remember you had a gold arm... or some kind of hole in your chassis? Days are starting to blur together lately.

Oh the Shattering. Right. The arm is still goldwood because I haven't bothered to paint it (i also don't have paint) but nothing has progressed or gotten better as the specific Hell I'm in seems to be a very particular form of stasis. Reflection of the self, perhaps? Unsure.

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do you uhm. do you. can you play uh. whats your neopets username. do you have a. do you play neopets?

um. what the fuck is a neopets

i played club penguin with amy sometimes

i don't really um. have a computer down here

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before anyone decides to ask. yes. I am still fucking grey. I dont know how I know this considering how I can't see a damn thing.

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Oracle,

I don't know if this'll reach you... I don't know if you care. But I got things to say to you. Mostly that I don't think I'll ever forgive you.. but also that I understand.

I attached a poem. Sorry if it's corny. I don't know how else to say how I feel without puttin a hole in the page. Maybe it'll be some entertainment, at least.

I hope you're alright out there.

See you soon.

Attached is a poem entitled Desert Rain.

Today's sky is cloudy, but fair

The wind blows, but not all too strong

A whole day goes by without care

I'm certain it won't stay for long

Today's sky is twisting and churning

The clouds seem to curl in a sneer

The sun is still angrily burning

I don't want the rain to fall here

Today's sky is darker than yesterday

Tomorrow's will be darker still

And when it does fall, at least, I pray,

The garden will have its fill

Today's sky is darker than ever

Clouds heavy like never before

I'll hope that the rainclouds will sever

And from them, the water will pour

Today has no clouds in the sky.

The howling and darkness are done.

It seems that the storm passed me by

And all of my grief was for none.

.

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There is a screech of metal being torn apart.

Within the darkness sprouts stark white buildings, cradled by equally white trees with fluttering iridescent blue leaves.

There is no breeze.

The screech of metal intensifies.

In the center of the buildings, a youth stands with their back to you. They seem to be holding an unlit lantern.

Τάρταρος χρησμοί

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Stars fall down here every once in a while. Smoldering husks of metal is all that remains of them. Twisted bodies some ancient societies would consider gods or angels.

I consider them an opportunity.

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What will remain when the deed is done?

The same that remains of dead stars.

Emptiness. Quiet. A flicker of a new beginning. But nothing of the original star remains in theory after it is used as energy for Nebulae.

Ah. Nebula.

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Of course not.

He had earned his death, and you had earned the right to the hangman's mantle.

Is there anything you will miss?

....my family. The freedom of...open spaces I guess.

Things are. Shaping up, though.

They shouldn't be.

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I asked the mail penguin to send you a pottery wheel and some clay.

:D

I hope it gets to you!

i got a bit hungry and took a bite of the clay.

sorry

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If you had the chance, what would you have done differently?

I would have killed him in a quieter spot. Do you think I regret what I did?

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Hey kiddo,

Got told I might have a better shot a you hearin' me through this, maybe get to hear back from you too.

Been a pretty summer so far but God if it ain't bullshit hot out here lately, even keepin' away from Deville. Reckon maybe it's at least more comfy temperature wise where you are. Y'oughta have me by sometime.

Jokin', sorry.

Hope they've at least given you somethin' to do with yourself, make the time constructive, y'know? If not, maybe I'll see if I can find the right channels, get you some shit to keep your hands movin'.

I miss you, Oracle. Give a yell back when you can, alright?

- Aldous

Not to worry, Uncle.

I have all the time in the world.

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Howdy! :D I saw a bubterfly today and it was pruple :D I learned to make carts in crafts in school and made a origami! *Attached is a small butterfly with a small doodle of oracle smiling on the wings*

What is your favorite art and crafts? :D

Pottery I guess. Your art is improving, Amy.

Bup would be proud.

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So does this mean Darkzero won't be at ALGS 2023?

AH FUCK I FORGOT ABOUT ALGS UHHHHH

MAYBE I CAN MANIFEST A COMPUTER LOL? I GUESS WE HAVE WIFI?

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Hi You Sad Little Thang. Bite This Fucking Onions

You know what Atropos? I'll consider it.