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Nothing is ever as it seems. A memory can be recalled within a single mote of dust, an eternity in a grain of sand. Remember, dear stars, we are all made of stardust. M!A: None

[bijoux-et-mineraux]

Opal -  Coober Pedy, SA, Australia

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I see, are you removing them yourself?

“Most everything has already been removed. The rest was already on his hands, I don’t have to do a thing.”

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Last remnants? What do you mean by that, your majesty?

“Did you not know? All that is left are a last few blasphemus experiments. Then all that remains of that nameless one will be erased from history. Just as he was.”

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“All is as planned. It seems the last remnants of that traitor are beginning to be snuffed out. Good.”

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What is the cost of an hour? What is the cost of a life? What is the cost of failure?

Not usually questions to ruminate over tea, but those are normal for someone with their hands in a game far larger then the scope of the here and now. A life that stands enjoying a drink while considering the things that had gotten him here.

From the scars upon hands and body. To the pale colors of thin scales. To the addictions and mechanizations of toxins. To the horror of public execution.

What is the length at which people will struggle to survive? Further more, what is the length people are willing to go to save another?

It is ever so telling how often people are left by the wayside without a second thought. Life moves ever forward and people come and go... right?

Wrong. Everyone leaves a mark on everyone else. Never the same after meeting someone else. That person that was before is forever lost, replaced by new experiences and feelings. All of us are stardust. Each piece and speck of dust gifted to others for but a moment and given dust in return.

But is it only dust? Dust and Memory?

How many names are remembered when they’re lost? How many celebrated? How many remain?

The truth is. All of them. Every mote of dust is a remembered, long dead star.

Breathe deep, and remember.

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Log date: . . .

It has been long years of hiding and working in secret. There are many pieces of this puzzle left unanswered, and yet many other rats driven out of hiding and into silence.

I’ll let others wonder on if anything could ever be... recovered from such lost souls.

Ah well, it seems I am not one to judge any further, lucky me! I shall swim in the courtroom no further, my crimes far too terrible it seems. After all one should never be late to their own execution, it’s quite rude.

The death of one allows for the brilliance of another.  How marvelous.

It took a while however the poison is no longer an issue, now it is my own stars damned health and vices to worry over. And look at all the time I have to experiment!

Ah normal life truly is to one’s taste. Or well, as normal as this gets I suppose. How does one keep a low profile anyway?

Who knows, perhaps one day someone will open the right door. Till then, I’ll enjoy my little wanderings and experiments. To keep an eye right under everyone’s noses. It is after all best to hide in plain sight.

I do miss the scandals though. Ah well. So the balance dictates.

Ciao!

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Now then where were we?...

Ah yes!

The world is waiting.

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No, Sei-Sei can stay where he is

Spoil sport

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My goodness apparently I need to post a few things!

Forgive me for my absence, I’ve not been on any of my blogs lately life has been a terror.

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It seems I’m being talked about. Hmmm. Love you too dears~.

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A Walk Down Memory Lane

[cosmosfated]

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There’s a beat. Then another as he pulls out what looks like an mp3 player. Clicking play only for a MikuMikuDance song to start playing, you guessed it: staring Len Kagamine.

He can’t keep a straight face.

“You caught me! How dare you ruin my secret identity.”

   His expression brightens considerably from its previously neutral-cocky state.  Looking less like a soul that’s wandered a little too far down an unknown path and more like a kid who has found himself in a rather unique situation.

   “finally!”  He croons happily, ever enthused to find someone who can make light of a situation.  “someone who can get my sense ‘f humor!”

   He sets his cane on the ground and cocks his head playfully.  A small puppy that has its attention focused solely on him.  “excellent choice in songs by the way, one of your best.”  And he winks.

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“It wasn’t a meandering path to run into. It’s an easy reference, just have to tickle the right funny bone.” He chuckled. How could someone not jump on such ludicrous jokes? It was the best chance to laugh. Honestly it reminded him of texting a certain Tsar.

“Glad you liked it, very necessary to have a flare for the dramatic for these precise moments.”

[somethingmemesandmusings]

“Shhh….. I’m here now…”

                              “…For how long?”  

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A Walk Down Memory Lane

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… Noah don’t ever change. You incorrigible idiot.

With a sigh he stands straight again. Letting a chuckle pass his lips.

“I suppose I can be coerced. A little time spent to enjoy the sights can be a boon, and I’ll not look too closely at good tides. Lead the way.”

[acopyoflight]

Noah stopped to turn, only to nearly rip the piece of paper out of the offered hand. He opened it part way with one hand while he felt his breast pocket with the other. It was definitely Sei’s letter.

“Sweet stars… Thank you.” He said, unable to hide the solumn in his voice. Noah tucked the piece of paper back to its hiding place quickly.

“Ah, sorry. Its… Well… It’s silly, don’t worry about it. Again thank you.” He turned to lead the way again, fighting both the lump in his throat and the veins of darkness that pushed their way up his neck. He had almost lost his only piece of Seirlran like a damn fool… Noah felt extra glad for his Glamor.

“I just got back from a long trip myself…” He said, forcing the subject back.

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... Well. Remind him never to spit in Noah’s tea. Though the question now was... who had?

“Aaaa... awkward.” He half muttered to himself.

Noah just how long have you been alone? That’s not good for your health. He should know he’s someone that’s legally dead. Not healthy he’s seen.

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Wandering Ward

[flossinspector]

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Nightfall was always an enchanting time. This world did it a disservice by covering the stars from sight with excess light. Not that he was helping matters at present.

Originally posted by water-aesthetics

Steps quiet and measured, shoes in hand a man carefully waded through the waters at the ocean’s edge. Each step lighting up with a glimmer and a glow. A luminescence that shown like something living and yet half like starlight.

Well out of the view of the moon and smiling absently as he walked under the stars. A lone wanderer carving a gleaming comets tail within the surf.

It had been a long night. Toothiana constantly fussing over the teeth she’d been collecting. She almost wished she had brought a toothbrush with her, to scrub off the sugar induced plaque building on them. She sighed, passing off the few she had on hand to one of her fairies. She would deliver them to the palace so Tooth could continue her rounds. but after a short break. A quiet hover sounded nice right about then.

It was during her little break that a twinkle caught her eye. Not from above, but from below. It wasn’t the right time of year for the bioluminescent fish to come so close to shore. And it was only a tiny spot. She fluttered down closer to the spot, over the cresting waters, to better see the source of the mysterious light.

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It’s not everyday he gets to do this. Oh void it’s not even every eon anymore. That’s what he gets for getting into a few too many scandals. You sink one city and everyone goes crazy, hypocrites. They deserved it.

Still the seas knew him no matter how hard he hid himself. A song and a dance saved just for him. Why wouldn’t he give a little magic in return? This world so full of whispers in the corners that used to be conversations in broad daylight. A little more magic upon the waves wouldn’t hurt. The sea always did hold such power over the minds of humans, why not give her a nudge? A little starlight wouldn’t hurt anything. Especially not from this old swimmer.

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Sei how long have you had that mp3 player.....

“… Sei? Who’s Sei?”