Ensorcell

Ensorcell

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sat, Jan 11, 2025
They weren't ready for me. The birds, they're singing, but they are only practicing their song. The leaves are vibrant, but it's as if they're saving their saturation for my estimated time of arrival. They can't sense me. I'm here, but I'm not here. I might as well be a ghost.
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Flowers

I float calmly, eternity surrounds me, I speak no words, but I hear my voice in all directions. I feel my head, it's wet with blood. I feel my stomach, the same. I am dead. I reach my hand out, but I do not feel his grip embrace mine. I look in his direction but he is not there, mere darkness, no blackness, no... there is nothing. I am nowhere. I float alone, in my ears ring melodies that sound familiar but I am sure I've never heard. I feel my identity fading. I float alone, surrounded by infinity. I am free, but I have never felt so trapped. What am I remembering? When did I get here? How many times have I been here? I open my eyes.

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