text; un: deathweaver

[respired]

[ Someone's having a good time in solitary. ]

I can feel it calling to me. Byfrost. I must find it. I must have it again, soon.

The cell is quiet but it is loud it is too loud

Comments

[mistruths]

I've certainly not come across any such as you describe.

[respired]

Then you are fortunate

[mistruths]

I would think of it as, rather, a difference between the worlds from which you hail and mine.

[respired]

Yes. A fortunate difference

[mistruths]

If you say so.