(you are whatever dead being you want to, chose everything, you cant be a god though)... what brings you to me the voice echos through the feild of mirrors... is it already time for my freedom? the voice is broken... but still holds that unyeilding power that could only belong to one of the two s sisters... time flies when you nolonger understand it.. she sounds pitiful.. of her sins? her sister?the countless lives shes ruined?.. it matters not as you step into her view.. oh.. hello
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