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Pain. Endless pain beyond that of mere wounds, pain which ate at ones self like a diseased termite; a slow process with no end and had no true beginning. Pain that just was.

A soft voice rumbled past a white beard, snapping my attention to a wrinkled face, "You've returned." Staring at each other through the abyss of worlds spiraling off one another, a maze of time and life whose beginning was lost just as its end was yet to be found, we say nothing. Time was a knot of pain and joy, tangled so tightly one cannot tell the other apart. We dare not cut the pain for fear it will be all that is left.

"... Who are you?" Dare I ask where? I knew, and yet I did not.

Description
Pain. Endless pain beyond that of mere wounds, pain which ate at ones self like a diseased termite; a slow process with no end and had no true beginning. Pain that just was.

A soft voice rumbled past a white beard, snapping my attention to a wrinkled face, "You've returned." Staring at each other through the abyss of worlds spiraling off one another, a maze of time and life whose beginning was lost just as its end was yet to be found, we say nothing. Time was a knot of pain and joy, tangled so tightly one cannot tell the other apart. We dare not cut the pain for fear it will be all that is left.

"... Who are you?" Dare I ask where? I knew, and yet I did not.