Hollow is bored. He has now collapsed at the side of the road. He isn’t hurt or anything, just terribly bored.
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Hollow is bored. He has now collapsed at the side of the road. He isn’t hurt or anything, just terribly bored.
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The Vessel usually preferred to be alone. But at the same time, he didn’t mind company. He noticed someone wandering his way. The Hollow Knight stood up and approached the stranger. He gave a wave to them and took out a small notebook which he wrote in.
“Hello, do you know where there are any pet shops?” he asked in his writing.
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The Vessel was out by himself, well almost. There were birds fluttering around him. One even perching on his horn. He would occasionally toss out some sun flower seeds, which the birds seemed to enjoy. None seemed afraid of the Pure Vessel as he sat there on the fallen log.
The birds suddenly scattered when someone neared by. Vessel looked over to the strange. He lacked words, as he was missing a voice. But he motioned with his hand a greeting. Then patted the vacant seat next to him, inviting them to join him.
ENTRY 591
Interesting take, although not a reality for every adventurous person. More thoughts later.
There’s many new people he’s seen around... should he greet them?... But then again, many didn’t like some tall bug creeping up on them....
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Normally the Hollow Knight was calm. However, he happened to misplace his journal. What he wrote to communicate with others. Many didn’t know sign language, so it was his only hope of communication.
He had doubled backed everywhere, was he forgetting somewhere he’d been where he’d maybe have left it? In his thoughts, he nearly tripped over someone. He certainly stumbled into them and then shuffled back after. He waved his hands in front of himself and bowed numerous times. He hoped he didn’t just anger someone...
What if I were an open vessel, stripped bare to hold your love? Every bit of me pink new flesh, dirt and scars forgotten. Vulnerable but whole on my own, I want you to fit into me, but not complete me. I’ll never be complete, I want to keep working on myself until my days are slipping away into the afterlife.
For now I’ll stay away from the poison of this world, surround myself with light, good and fun, and try to become an open vessel.