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Wavering sentience amidst a misty confusion.

No human is ever nothing at all.

[the boy had yet to learn Dante’s language, and would most likely never fully grasp it. However he’s quite an expert on psychology and how people behave, so inference comes naturally.] This my name. [Pointing at the window itself rather than any specific name. Both. None.]

[Writing his name in a frosted windowpane. He keeps doing it. An entire window now consists of his name. One stands out, though. That isn’t Tiphereth. Who is Enoch?]

an urge to sail away.

[Humming.]

The city walls and a trampoline.

Rebirth, and living the same life you lead to begin with.

god up above, hold me by the hand of my glove.

be the fire in another’s matchstick head. set them ablaze, alive and crackling.

dance a dance designed for two, alone but shared with thoughts. envisioning a dance partner, and following movements as they step. a waltz through the cadence of life.

( I have ideas regarding tiphy that I think I could maybe implement in the future that would make people sad I think. I know how to torture my little chud

I still feel as though I am me.

Whispers from all directions.