Journal Entrie # 1:
Chiko B., 19, 4:30 a.m. Central Time, September 12th.
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The flowers fall, sweeping across the land, floating on the breeze before offering themselves to the land as fertilizer. One more day, one more night, awaiting this torture, this pain, this attempt to make things right ... to hopefully finally allow them home again. This, this attempt ... it seems so harmless, yet so worthy to admit a try and at that ... a probable failed attempt, if pulls through we'll have our definite back. Fates pulling so many loose and lost ended loops, closing gates/portals down across Taruinia. At this rate I'm so afraid of them never making it here. How ... how will those who loved here, how will they continue a "freedom" stricken normal life? Those they've grown fond of, love in more cases than one, how will they put it away; how will they store the pain? Will there even be any pain? Who will have it? Who will show it? Will feelings prove as fatal? Or prove heartless?

|| "Thou shalt not deny thy heart; for thine destiny no longer" ||
|| "appeases thy highers." ||