( He feels... steady, anchored, well situated in this stretch of reality. Alive. Certain of himself — of his identity, his whereabouts. Recent memory is muddled, but — his hand reaches out, pallor transformed to flesh.
His brother is known, from likeness to sword calluses, to the tremors of his qi nearby, to the gargantuan, world-ending cuts of his music. His brother will serve him pillar. )
Your memory is unscathed? ( Or perhaps also ruined, eroded, barely holding on by silk thread. A spider's web of facts, contorted. )
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( He feels... steady, anchored, well situated in this stretch of reality. Alive. Certain of himself — of his identity, his whereabouts. Recent memory is muddled, but — his hand reaches out, pallor transformed to flesh.
His brother is known, from likeness to sword calluses, to the tremors of his qi nearby, to the gargantuan, world-ending cuts of his music. His brother will serve him pillar. )
Your memory is unscathed? ( Or perhaps also ruined, eroded, barely holding on by silk thread. A spider's web of facts, contorted. )