The other side of immortal
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What if to be immortal isn't what we thought it means? What if it meant the eternal continuation of time and memory? And that within those memories watch as time fly's around us, as we watch. Watch our loved ones continue this lives, continue without knowing we are there, observing, commenting, and trying in someway, shape or form to tell them we are there. What if being immortal means we watch, wait and listen.
*Crappy summery but at least it's something
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