Date: 2007-09-02 04:32 am (UTC)
"It is." He looks again, the rose and the earth and the (pillar). "Yes."

Something faint twists within him. Your work, it whispers, (but not mine. Where am I?) He squeezes his eyes shut, quick enough to make seem like blinking, and pushes it away.
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