We are the children of the night, standing on the threshold of understanding, at war with the peace that lay broken in our souls. We are the creatures of the darkness, which wraps itself around this world in perfect solitude, eternal. We are that which we crave. We are what we fear, loathe, love. Bound to that which we pledged ourselves to so long ago... We stare over the edge of madness, wishing so deeply to fall, to fall away into the blissful forever sleep that beckons us with ruby lips and whispered promises. Instead we turn away. We turn toward what we've become. We accept our hollowed bones and the dead matter which flows through our veins as blood. We follow the hidden paths that are lit only by the dancing silver leaves of the moon. We walk amongst the spirits that float restlessly through this maze of existence. We understand that which has befallen us, but we shall never understand why it is so.
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Thorn105: *runs back in and waves to Klaudia and runs out* -- Thu, Nov 20 12:37pm.
Thorn105: *waving madly at LB* Hey, I've missed you all! I'll try to catch up in BRI soon -- Thu, Nov 20 12:32pm.
Salem: never seen it, i probly should though, anyone do anything interesting lately? im so bored!!!!!!!!!!! -- Fri, Nov 14 10:28am.
DEATH: Interesting costumes though -- Thu, Nov 6 10:58am.
Morbius: Good one, Ranger! Of course, there was much more drama last night -- Wed, Nov 5 4:50pm.
Ranger: Morbius, I watched that too, but last night. I think it was called something else though. Election Day Results '08 or something -- Wed, Nov 5 3:47pm.
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