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[3laf-rabbitsofthemoon]

My initial calculations were wrong. But how is one to estimate the creation of a whole new world? It was foolish to me to believe I could predict the earth.

It forms now. Sprawling mountains, towering to the sky so close it feels as though I could touch them.

Tomorrow, the moon will rise for the first time.

This is going to be very entertaining.

[3laf-rabbitsofthemoon]

I have decided it will join for this 'season.'

It wastes away, its potential depleating with every passing day. It does not listen to me anymore. It does not follow my orders. It has resolved itself to a normal life, but even that it cannot do properly.

I need to remind it who is in charge.

How wonderful that my little test serves also as a punishment.

Fifteen days remain.

[3laf-rabbitsofthemoon]

I cannot free myself from the idea.

Is this not all that I have trained it for? The perfect test of selflessness. To see how it would react in such a world would tell me if it is ready.

This is what all my work has amounted to. Shaping the perfect vessel, the perfect rabbit to join me amongst the stars.

Your world will open soon. A perfect coincidence.

Twenty days remain.

[3laf-rabbitsofthemoon]

My vessel talked incessantly about your little world when I first freed it. How amusing, to long for the very thing keeping you trapped.

It is no matter.

Many years have passed and the vessel has disappointed me. It has made progress, but not as much as I would have hoped. I wonder how it would react, when placed back into the binds that held it so many years before?

It would be a fun experiment. Would it act the same? Would it return to those that previously cared for it? Or will it's true nature be shown?

It is the perfect test.

Thirty days remain.

[3laf-rabbitsofthemoon]

Ending.

My plans have come to an end. For my vessel, this night marks the last within its world. The vessel is no stranger to cycles of life and death, but how will it behave when death, the end to its cycle, is no longer a consequence? When the soul remains intact, what becomes that of the body?

I cannot wait to see it progress. How beautiful of a servant it will make.

With this last message, I too will take my bow. This is not the last you will have seen of me- but as your worlds have fallen silent, so too does your moon.

[3laf-rabbitsofthemoon]

Falling.

Soon.

It wont be long now.

[3laf-rabbitsofthemoon]

Performance.

Who are you trying to fool?

[3laf-rabbitsofthemoon]

Family.

My vessel has struggled with that word. Family. Such a strange thing, isn't it? To rely on those who care simply because you share the same blood. Or, even more peculiar, the 'found' family type.

Through death or abandonment, my vessel has always remained alone.

I am, perhaps, all it has left.

[3laf-rabbitsofthemoon]

Void.

My vessel knows that of the void very well. The first to fall. The first to dive too deep into the code of the game. Into nothingness, only to sit withthe consequences of curiousity. I find this fitting for my vessel, a victim to its own curiosity.

It always takes and never gives.

You may have noticed that I have the incorrect prompt. I have decided it is in the nature of the void to exchange in souls, and therefore be exempt from my prior statement.

[3laf-rabbitsofthemoon]

Ghost.

My vessel survived the first, then shattered the second. After its reform for the third, it spent little time as a ghost. This prompt is not one that would fit it. However, I would like to shed on its most noteworthy ghostly accomplishment: deception. Tricking for its own self preservation, showing the rabbits crafty and evasive nature.

It serves me well, but the desire to live will kill it in the end. How ironic.

[3laf-rabbitsofthemoon]

Deception.

Though it is done unintentionally, deception runs at the core of my vessel. Always a show, always a mask, the curtains never close. But perhaps the most intriguing aspect of my vessel is its ignorance of its nature. Hidden even from itself, how will it move forward?

Who are you really, my vessel?

[3laf-rabbitsofthemoon]

Comedy and Tragedy.

I quite enjoy this prompt. What is your world if not a stage? Though the curtains never fall, and the show forever goes on, you act out your lives in short stories. Like the truest of stars, you burn and die after you take your final bow.

My vessel's greatest show is upon us. It won't be long now. I fear that its laughter will not continue into the next act.

[3laf-rabbitsofthemoon]

Creation.

What humble origins. A hole in the ground. How typical of rabbits.

The vessel's interest in community has sickened me. However, I know that I cannot prevent the vessel from forming bonds. Disappointment and goodbyes are a part of life that I cannot shelter it from.

I find this humble start fun to look back on, though.

Where it all started.

Where my vessel was formed.

[3laf-rabbitsofthemoon]

Home.

The concept of a 'home' has always eluded me. There is simply a shelter. A place of being. I do not give shelter the same signifigance that many describe 'home' as.

This is a lesson that my vessel will learn soon. Very, very soon.

There is no home.

There is nothing to go back for.

[3laf-rabbitsofthemoon]

Soulmates.

in the dark, hunted by fellow rabbits. Soulmates are such a fickle thing, aren't they? To be forced to rely on others, who act for their own self interest. To be nothing but a pawn in their game.

The vessel is in better hands, now.

I have, regrettably, missed the prior prompt. I had... a more complicated issue to tend to. To fit the nature of this exercise I will not return to days that I have missed.

[3laf-rabbitsofthemoon]

Dream.

My vessel in its second cycle assumed that your world was a dream. I doubt this is an uncommon experience- your world has a… strange way of getting inhabitants.

I wonder if it would have figured it out had it not been told of its reality?

[3laf-rabbitsofthemoon]

Melody.

The vessel has an interest in music. It even died trying to get more discs. But it did not know that the most important disc of all lied buried, in a place all too familiar.

It is a shame it was never delivered to it. Perhaps things would have ended differently.