collector: (eight pieces for flute alone)
the fuckface who holds time itself in his hands ([personal profile] collector) wrote in [community profile] shifted_logs 2010-11-27 04:07 pm (UTC)

Standing by the paper warriors, it seemed to Braxiatel that their deaths had been a little less elegant than whatever fatalities these creations could deal out. They were images more than truths. Illusions more than realities.

As with all such constructs, what mattered most was belief. "You'll have another chance at it," Braxiatel said. "We both will, I hope."

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