The firebird screams again, takes off, slams itself down, breaking a wing.
The shockwave of the impact brings new... information, perhaps: nowhere to go anymore. No way to heal, only the sorrow - and the wound is fresh, much too fresh, as though relived only recently.
[They grit their teeth at the impact, the flashes of feelings and information.]
If the place you called home doesn't exist anymore, then find another! There are countless places, and countless worlds. If it's too fresh, then you'll have to be patient and wait - but harming yourself over and over again will never bring back what you lost.
You need to stop and heal before you can continue your journey.
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Re: WESTWARD OF TIME
The shockwave of the impact brings new... information, perhaps: nowhere to go anymore. No way to heal, only the sorrow - and the wound is fresh, much too fresh, as though relived only recently.
Re: WESTWARD OF TIME
If the place you called home doesn't exist anymore, then find another! There are countless places, and countless worlds. If it's too fresh, then you'll have to be patient and wait - but harming yourself over and over again will never bring back what you lost.
You need to stop and heal before you can continue your journey.