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Seridano
Disaster On Legs
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02-05-2013, 06:49 PM
#58 - Sight
All the worlds tumbled before him, past and present blurring and entwining like a dream, future popping in and out at intervals to unnerve him, never quite allowing a full glimpse of what was to come. He could look into it, but he could never see the heart of it. What did any of it mean?
There were times when he had half a mind to write it all off. It means nothing, not a lick of it! That’s what it means. He’d been open to the worlds for many a long year now and it’d been of little help to him, his sight.
It did not grant him the view of an ant, or an apple tree, or his granddaughter’s smile as she twirled about in peach colored taffeta, skirts whirling about her like ribbons at the Festival of May, but he saw just the same – what was, and had been, and would be again. And as he laid out the cards for all to see, he held out one depicting a salamander and said that the future went a little something like this:
Last edited by Seridano; 02-05-2013 at 07:01 PM..
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