Its been some years hasnt it father?
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I missed you to
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Rubedo I know isnt dead for good
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Have you heard from Eldryck?
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Why do you believe that father?
Sounds of rushing water fill the air. Its serene. The sky is bright warming the golden brown skin of a woman sitting in the grass. Her long black curly hair goes down her back, as she calmly sits with her back against a pillar. Her eyes closed and her demeanor soothed by a source sitting within the pool in front of her. Within her mind she speaks,
"Why am I here again father? The resentment that was once suppressed has surfaced once again."
A wise low gravely voice resounds in her head, "Let that resentment fuel your desire."
"My desire is to seek justice. Death isnt justice for that man."
"Does you anger blind you, to what is truly the right thing to do?"
"I have a right to be angry father."
"Noone is denying your feelings my child, I'd rather not see you go down a path that I once have."
The woman's posture begins to slouch in her seat, a long exhale escapes her mouth as she continues meditating.
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Indignation
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Indignation
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Oneirophobia
"This new city is... interesting. There is a tinge of fear as well I have though that... will always be with me. With you here though I feel so much safer but... Tell me father have you ever been afraid?" a woman says as she looks toward a tree in the middle of the pool.
A gravely, low voice resounds within her mind.
Of course I've been afraid. Let me tell you of a story early in my Dreams.
When I dreamed within the City of Oneir, I was still fresh in the face. Didn't know what was capable within the Dream, what could or couldn't be done within the dream. Didn't know that spirits, gods, demons, angels, wraiths, all can reside throughout the Dreamscape. Especially those of the divine.
Within the City I joined a group named the Cucullus Sect, and was assigned to research, document, and communicate with an entity said to be an elder deity of past Cities. This god was the personification of oneirophobia, illusions, and deception.
Many scrolls talked about this god being the most popular religious figure worshipped early within the city. Those that worshipped didn't see fear as a negative trait. Rather as a source for growth and caution against the chaotic beings of the Dreamscape itself. They sought to use their knowledge and power bestowed upon them by this god to create a form of illusions to ward off these chaotic beings who were not immune to the gods strength. This power was stated to cause an illusion strong enough to cause fear within ones psyche that is severs the tethers of ones coherence from the dream itself, subconsciously keeping them away from the dream for as long as possible.
Illustrations of this god... were not pleasant to say the least. The wretched, wild eyed, and grotesque form of this being was what I was to look for. Reliefs, drawings, and altars.
Assigned with me was a Dreamer named Vasnu, together we delved deeper into the writings. Went out on many excursions digging, trekking through the jungle, and swimming underwater. And there underwater we found the altar.
The Altar of Rhamlotl
A gravely, low voice resounds within her mind.
Of course I've been afraid. Let me tell you of a story early in my Dreams.
When I dreamed within the City of Oneir, I was still fresh in the face. Didn't know what was capable within the Dream, what could or couldn't be done within the dream. Didn't know that spirits, gods, demons, angels, wraiths, all can reside throughout the Dreamscape. Especially those of the divine.
Within the City I joined a group named the Cucullus Sect, and was assigned to research, document, and communicate with an entity said to be an elder deity of past Cities. This god was the personification of oneirophobia, illusions, and deception.
Many scrolls talked about this god being the most popular religious figure worshipped early within the city. Those that worshipped didn't see fear as a negative trait. Rather as a source for growth and caution against the chaotic beings of the Dreamscape itself. They sought to use their knowledge and power bestowed upon them by this god to create a form of illusions to ward off these chaotic beings who were not immune to the gods strength. This power was stated to cause an illusion strong enough to cause fear within ones psyche that is severs the tethers of ones coherence from the dream itself, subconsciously keeping them away from the dream for as long as possible.
Illustrations of this god... were not pleasant to say the least. The wretched, wild eyed, and grotesque form of this being was what I was to look for. Reliefs, drawings, and altars.
Assigned with me was a Dreamer named Vasnu, together we delved deeper into the writings. Went out on many excursions digging, trekking through the jungle, and swimming underwater. And there underwater we found the altar.
The Altar of Rhamlotl
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Oneirophobia Pt 2
"Within the Altar along the stone floor were littered with waterlogged scrolls smudged with ink, scrawlings along the wall that we could barely make out, and at end of the shrine a mural of Rhamlotl in all his monstrous and aberrant glory.
There we were eager to commune and invoke this being to better understand what he could do for us. Vasnu and I's pairing was effectively chosen for this. Vasnu was a silver-tongued devil, capable of persuading anyone and everything to do his bidding. And myself a young power hungry fellow who dabbles in enchantments, and forging of powerful magical items, while also not being afraid to go that extra mile... to my detriment.
Both of us had a plan in place to get on the gods graces, slowly establishing a solid connection to then get him to become a physical manifestation, where we'd consume and unmake his very being gaining the power for ourselves and or enchanting artifacts with his power.
As I said...very power hungry.. and so foolish. Gods cant be consumed in that way without first severing the divinity completely.
Down in that altar we invoked his presence through verses of prayer and chants we read up on. And he appeared as a phantasm, I don't recall what all was said but I can still hear the sound of his voice scratching the back of my head. Like a wasps buzzing wings.
We soon left after getting some answers, what we didn't know was that he didn't leave us. In the coming days Vasnu and I were subjected to powerful hallucinations and illusions that brought the both of us back somehow someway back at that altar, soaking wet and bowing to the shrine in obeisance. I was scared. The power that this deity had was shocking, for eons and eons he rested without worshippers to keep him strengthened. He never threaten, he never submitted us to physical torture, and yet his pure power left us shaking. Gods who are forgotten lose their strength and power after a few years. Apparently not him though.
We came up with a plan to obscure his hold over us. We tried everything spells of cleansing, blessed charms, even communing with other gods. Finally we happened to use a medicinal method within the Harrow Opening, a special ivy plant that we drunk as tea, that obscured the gods hold on us in 10 minute intervals, it was long enough though to quickly run to another city, Lyra.
The Cucullus Sect after a few years also moved to the city of Lyra and split into many other groups, becoming an underground group known as the Cowled Ones that we operated within. After a few years we felt we were in the clear, but I recall reading of other cities that Rhamlotl was worshipped in; and Thornhaven was one of those cities long ago.
So I warn you my child, don't be stupid like me. Let the bastard rest."
The low gravely voice can be heard chuckling within her mind.
There we were eager to commune and invoke this being to better understand what he could do for us. Vasnu and I's pairing was effectively chosen for this. Vasnu was a silver-tongued devil, capable of persuading anyone and everything to do his bidding. And myself a young power hungry fellow who dabbles in enchantments, and forging of powerful magical items, while also not being afraid to go that extra mile... to my detriment.
Both of us had a plan in place to get on the gods graces, slowly establishing a solid connection to then get him to become a physical manifestation, where we'd consume and unmake his very being gaining the power for ourselves and or enchanting artifacts with his power.
As I said...very power hungry.. and so foolish. Gods cant be consumed in that way without first severing the divinity completely.
Down in that altar we invoked his presence through verses of prayer and chants we read up on. And he appeared as a phantasm, I don't recall what all was said but I can still hear the sound of his voice scratching the back of my head. Like a wasps buzzing wings.
We soon left after getting some answers, what we didn't know was that he didn't leave us. In the coming days Vasnu and I were subjected to powerful hallucinations and illusions that brought the both of us back somehow someway back at that altar, soaking wet and bowing to the shrine in obeisance. I was scared. The power that this deity had was shocking, for eons and eons he rested without worshippers to keep him strengthened. He never threaten, he never submitted us to physical torture, and yet his pure power left us shaking. Gods who are forgotten lose their strength and power after a few years. Apparently not him though.
We came up with a plan to obscure his hold over us. We tried everything spells of cleansing, blessed charms, even communing with other gods. Finally we happened to use a medicinal method within the Harrow Opening, a special ivy plant that we drunk as tea, that obscured the gods hold on us in 10 minute intervals, it was long enough though to quickly run to another city, Lyra.
The Cucullus Sect after a few years also moved to the city of Lyra and split into many other groups, becoming an underground group known as the Cowled Ones that we operated within. After a few years we felt we were in the clear, but I recall reading of other cities that Rhamlotl was worshipped in; and Thornhaven was one of those cities long ago.
So I warn you my child, don't be stupid like me. Let the bastard rest."
The low gravely voice can be heard chuckling within her mind.
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Heolfor
“Father, tell me what you meant when you said “Blood is memories?””
A low gravelly sounding voice resounds within the back of the mind.
In some of my travels across the Dreamscape, researching entities across multiple dimensions there were several times the saying ‘Blood is memories.’ came up. I never truly understood what it meant either until this one assignment.
Vasnu and I were within the Cowled Ones at this time, and were assigned to contain an anomaly that was within the city at the time. This anomaly was said to warp reality at the seams, the very edge of fabric was shattering and growing at the presence of this particular anomaly. Dreamers who ventured too close were shunted away, parts of their avatar were “shifted”.
A more concise way of saying their heads were where their hand was, their feet were attached to their stomach etcetera. While still coherent they were in distress and chronic pain. Those whose heads were transposed to other parts of the body, could not speak. Only communicating with blinks and lip reading.
This assignment was unlike any others we had undertaken, something that was time sensitive, the anomaly we codenamed ‘Worm’ was growing slowly from its state of appearance. While also uncovering how it even transpired we had a lot of work to do and very fast.
Our first set of steps to quarantine the room and if needed the entire plane was not too difficult. One of the first training protocols was learning how to storm a Dreamer or even an entire room of dreamers by creating a VaporReaping Bomb. A technique I will not be teaching you my dear, however a very important tool for Cowled Ones to stay under radar.
With the area warded off, we finally could get to work. The anomaly itself was not threatening visually. A translucent sphere that warped and reflected the light around itself, creating an ever endless array of mirror-like images of the surrounding area. There was an obvious airy disk that surrounded the anomaly. It was stationary and did not appear to be growing in any form.
Vasnu and I were already at this time wearing willpowered containment suits, when he suggested we also layer on soul shield protection to coat our forms. Soul Shield when placed correctly can act as a barrier like wearing padded gloves.
We approached and tested several things to observe the reactions of resilience, lucidity, willpower, and insight. Each of the focals had little to no effect on the Worms’ growth, however at the taste of a mixture of insight and lucidity the Worm began speaking to us in an alien voice. “Blood is memories.”
You could say… we were taken aback. We stopped in our tracks and waited for minutes. This was the only thing that the anomaly spoke, and so we conversed if giving blood to the anomaly itself was a course of action we could do. Vasnu while hesitant, I was eager and so I took my blade down my palm and carefully hovered my hand over the anomaly. Watching as a single drop of blood was slurped up, and…
It was as if I was transported. It was so beautiful Sadara, I saw you there. I saw us as a family. Memories of you right after you were born, you were so precious in my arms. Your brother soon after I held and.. It was like I was there with all my senses. The smell of newborn children, the joyous voice of your mother, the cries and coos of my children, the taste of my salty tears, the soft baby skin, an overwhelming feeling of love- I was there.. It was real. It was real...
And then I woke up. I didn't want to.. But I finally understood what that saying meant. It's more of a feeling than I can properly explain.
It’s intoxicating, dangerous, and emotional. And one of the last times I would--
Anyways, Vasnu shook me awake, I was laying on my back with my eyes in the back of my head for what he said was a few hours. In the time of my trance Vansu explained that the Worm collapsed in on itself. And disappeared, ever since then it has not appeared ever again.
For the best at that.
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A low gravelly sounding voice resounds within the back of the mind.
In some of my travels across the Dreamscape, researching entities across multiple dimensions there were several times the saying ‘Blood is memories.’ came up. I never truly understood what it meant either until this one assignment.
Vasnu and I were within the Cowled Ones at this time, and were assigned to contain an anomaly that was within the city at the time. This anomaly was said to warp reality at the seams, the very edge of fabric was shattering and growing at the presence of this particular anomaly. Dreamers who ventured too close were shunted away, parts of their avatar were “shifted”.
A more concise way of saying their heads were where their hand was, their feet were attached to their stomach etcetera. While still coherent they were in distress and chronic pain. Those whose heads were transposed to other parts of the body, could not speak. Only communicating with blinks and lip reading.
This assignment was unlike any others we had undertaken, something that was time sensitive, the anomaly we codenamed ‘Worm’ was growing slowly from its state of appearance. While also uncovering how it even transpired we had a lot of work to do and very fast.
Our first set of steps to quarantine the room and if needed the entire plane was not too difficult. One of the first training protocols was learning how to storm a Dreamer or even an entire room of dreamers by creating a VaporReaping Bomb. A technique I will not be teaching you my dear, however a very important tool for Cowled Ones to stay under radar.
With the area warded off, we finally could get to work. The anomaly itself was not threatening visually. A translucent sphere that warped and reflected the light around itself, creating an ever endless array of mirror-like images of the surrounding area. There was an obvious airy disk that surrounded the anomaly. It was stationary and did not appear to be growing in any form.
Vasnu and I were already at this time wearing willpowered containment suits, when he suggested we also layer on soul shield protection to coat our forms. Soul Shield when placed correctly can act as a barrier like wearing padded gloves.
We approached and tested several things to observe the reactions of resilience, lucidity, willpower, and insight. Each of the focals had little to no effect on the Worms’ growth, however at the taste of a mixture of insight and lucidity the Worm began speaking to us in an alien voice. “Blood is memories.”
You could say… we were taken aback. We stopped in our tracks and waited for minutes. This was the only thing that the anomaly spoke, and so we conversed if giving blood to the anomaly itself was a course of action we could do. Vasnu while hesitant, I was eager and so I took my blade down my palm and carefully hovered my hand over the anomaly. Watching as a single drop of blood was slurped up, and…
It was as if I was transported. It was so beautiful Sadara, I saw you there. I saw us as a family. Memories of you right after you were born, you were so precious in my arms. Your brother soon after I held and.. It was like I was there with all my senses. The smell of newborn children, the joyous voice of your mother, the cries and coos of my children, the taste of my salty tears, the soft baby skin, an overwhelming feeling of love- I was there.. It was real. It was real...
And then I woke up. I didn't want to.. But I finally understood what that saying meant. It's more of a feeling than I can properly explain.
It’s intoxicating, dangerous, and emotional. And one of the last times I would--
Anyways, Vasnu shook me awake, I was laying on my back with my eyes in the back of my head for what he said was a few hours. In the time of my trance Vansu explained that the Worm collapsed in on itself. And disappeared, ever since then it has not appeared ever again.
For the best at that.
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The Promise
"Father I... have always wanted to ask. How did you get into this tree?"
A deep gravelly voice begins to stir, filling the space with his voice. As a heavy sigh can be heard.
I was dreading this day, my child. For there is a reason I have come to find solace in meditation, emotional regulation, and inner personal reflection to change that side of me. Not just for me.
I’ll tell you the story, my child.
I was assigned with Vasnu once again, during my time in the Cowled Ones, to be bodyguards and keep an eye on our team's leader. His name was Ilk and held one of the Codex of Immortal Dreams. As you know there are ten pieces to the codex, once assembled all pieces would form the Codex and one could learn the art of Dreamstrike. Those that held a piece were said to become corrupt. Which is why we were on security detail to protect and potentially take out Ilk if he even showed signs of acting off character.
Ilk as a leader of our team was always a stalwart, brave and respected individual. He was tall, with red hair and piercing blue eyes that pierced right to the Soulsphere. The perfect leader to keep our group of researchers in line and on task as more and more entities appeared around the city, but to me he was stubborn, ostentatious at times, and rude. We constantly butt heads as his personality annoyed me, yet I was clearly projecting seeing several of his own weaknesses in myself.
When Telomir returned with the Codex of Immortal Dreams, the Cowled Ones collectively began a purpose in directing that power to someone who wouldn't be a citywide threat. The word of the Codex itself was already out, and our job was to make sure it wouldn't go to a dangerous dreamer.
And so in the process of transporting one of the pieces to its destination, I couldn’t shake this deep feeling of green jealousy in my spirit that I deserved the recognition and respect of being the leader of the researchers, of being able to carry the codex. I wondered what the lead council of the Cowled Ones saw in Ilk to make him the leader of our group. Wasn’t I also worthy? Wasn’t I also capable, smarter, and more competent to lead?
The pride I held cradled my ego like a bassinet. Not even noticing it was laying in a bed of thorns.
In my research I wondered if the Codex of Immortal Dreams could do as its namesake, and give the power of immortality to those that read upon it. Dreamstrike never appealed to my power seeking needs, immortality and the prospect of endless learning emblazoned my mind. If I had immortality, I could learn more than just Dreamstrike. And then I would also truly be somebody.
Vasnu and I were close friends. Always assigned together no doubt due to our similar goals in searching for the unknown. Our friendship was based on a mutual respect of our work together, our personal experiences within the dream as well as in shard. I saw him as the brother I never had, and he felt similarly. Yet my impulsivity, my pride, my ego tested that friendship, that loyalty in ways that shattered his trust.
En route to the destination point, I attacked Ilk to retrieve the Codex piece. We were far from the base and the nagging at the back of my head made me take action. Vasnu was stunned in silence as Ilk collapsed. I collected the piece and looked to Vasnu to follow me. Not even giving him a second to think for himself I grabbed him by the arm and drug him along quickly toward the Harrow Glades, explaining as quickly as I could before Ilk could reach the others.
In the Conclave the Spyglass used to be its own separate room. A place where I constructed my own laboratory in secret. The Conclave has these special portals that can conceal people inside, while from the outside it appears noone is in the room. The Spyglass used to do that on another level concealing even the presence of a person within the room, they could not be sensed, or located. And because of that many did not know about the room or so I thought foolishly.
While within the Conclave I got to work with Vasnu as assistant. He was so confused, alarmed by the actions I was taking. He kept asking me ‘Why?’ The hurt in his voice only caused me to get angry. The ultimate depths of my own arrogance, my own self-absorbed feelings is all I thought about. I just wanted immortality. I wanted recognition. I yelled and cursed at him to keep looking for the components to the spell, even saying that I made him who he was, that he was nothing without me. His face dropped, tears in his eyes as he slowly kept looking through the many items to the side of the table. And with all my research, I was blinded in a fit of my own chaos, arrogant that I had everything but I didn't even have all the components for the codex to sparkle. Let alone grant anyone immortality. And as I stood there staring at the table, codex in hand I realized that I was my own worst enemy. No God, no entity, no Dreamer, no Mare wrecked my dream the way I did in that moment. And I had to face the consequences of those actions.
Eventually, Ilk along with the rest of the Cowled Ones stood before us. Just watching and waiting. Since we didn't know they had entered, as I turned around I spotted Ilk with a furious expression. He wasted no time in collapsing us and asked why. I gave the explanation, still hot at the moment that I was right in my ways and they didn't want to hear any of it. The Cowled Ones as a collective know esoteric arts and spells that when combined have terrifying effects. And before I knew it I was ejected into waking. And when I returned I was trapped within the tree. My avatar forever intertwined with that of the Harrow tree. The Council told me that I never liked being wrong, they knew this and they were right. That I was a danger to myself and others, and they were right. My punishment was set as an example to others.
For eons now I have meditated. Self reflected on what I did. The pain I caused to those closest to me, as my own insecurities clouded my judgments and caused me to act irrationally. To act out of selfish desires for a power that never even was. The main character syndrome I displayed was that of several deep seated issues I had to work through and continue to work through even now. Let them be a lesson to you, my child. Do not make my mistakes. Be smarter daughter. Be kinder daughter. Be wiser daughter.
A deep gravelly voice begins to stir, filling the space with his voice. As a heavy sigh can be heard.
I was dreading this day, my child. For there is a reason I have come to find solace in meditation, emotional regulation, and inner personal reflection to change that side of me. Not just for me.
I’ll tell you the story, my child.
I was assigned with Vasnu once again, during my time in the Cowled Ones, to be bodyguards and keep an eye on our team's leader. His name was Ilk and held one of the Codex of Immortal Dreams. As you know there are ten pieces to the codex, once assembled all pieces would form the Codex and one could learn the art of Dreamstrike. Those that held a piece were said to become corrupt. Which is why we were on security detail to protect and potentially take out Ilk if he even showed signs of acting off character.
Ilk as a leader of our team was always a stalwart, brave and respected individual. He was tall, with red hair and piercing blue eyes that pierced right to the Soulsphere. The perfect leader to keep our group of researchers in line and on task as more and more entities appeared around the city, but to me he was stubborn, ostentatious at times, and rude. We constantly butt heads as his personality annoyed me, yet I was clearly projecting seeing several of his own weaknesses in myself.
When Telomir returned with the Codex of Immortal Dreams, the Cowled Ones collectively began a purpose in directing that power to someone who wouldn't be a citywide threat. The word of the Codex itself was already out, and our job was to make sure it wouldn't go to a dangerous dreamer.
And so in the process of transporting one of the pieces to its destination, I couldn’t shake this deep feeling of green jealousy in my spirit that I deserved the recognition and respect of being the leader of the researchers, of being able to carry the codex. I wondered what the lead council of the Cowled Ones saw in Ilk to make him the leader of our group. Wasn’t I also worthy? Wasn’t I also capable, smarter, and more competent to lead?
The pride I held cradled my ego like a bassinet. Not even noticing it was laying in a bed of thorns.
In my research I wondered if the Codex of Immortal Dreams could do as its namesake, and give the power of immortality to those that read upon it. Dreamstrike never appealed to my power seeking needs, immortality and the prospect of endless learning emblazoned my mind. If I had immortality, I could learn more than just Dreamstrike. And then I would also truly be somebody.
Vasnu and I were close friends. Always assigned together no doubt due to our similar goals in searching for the unknown. Our friendship was based on a mutual respect of our work together, our personal experiences within the dream as well as in shard. I saw him as the brother I never had, and he felt similarly. Yet my impulsivity, my pride, my ego tested that friendship, that loyalty in ways that shattered his trust.
En route to the destination point, I attacked Ilk to retrieve the Codex piece. We were far from the base and the nagging at the back of my head made me take action. Vasnu was stunned in silence as Ilk collapsed. I collected the piece and looked to Vasnu to follow me. Not even giving him a second to think for himself I grabbed him by the arm and drug him along quickly toward the Harrow Glades, explaining as quickly as I could before Ilk could reach the others.
In the Conclave the Spyglass used to be its own separate room. A place where I constructed my own laboratory in secret. The Conclave has these special portals that can conceal people inside, while from the outside it appears noone is in the room. The Spyglass used to do that on another level concealing even the presence of a person within the room, they could not be sensed, or located. And because of that many did not know about the room or so I thought foolishly.
While within the Conclave I got to work with Vasnu as assistant. He was so confused, alarmed by the actions I was taking. He kept asking me ‘Why?’ The hurt in his voice only caused me to get angry. The ultimate depths of my own arrogance, my own self-absorbed feelings is all I thought about. I just wanted immortality. I wanted recognition. I yelled and cursed at him to keep looking for the components to the spell, even saying that I made him who he was, that he was nothing without me. His face dropped, tears in his eyes as he slowly kept looking through the many items to the side of the table. And with all my research, I was blinded in a fit of my own chaos, arrogant that I had everything but I didn't even have all the components for the codex to sparkle. Let alone grant anyone immortality. And as I stood there staring at the table, codex in hand I realized that I was my own worst enemy. No God, no entity, no Dreamer, no Mare wrecked my dream the way I did in that moment. And I had to face the consequences of those actions.
Eventually, Ilk along with the rest of the Cowled Ones stood before us. Just watching and waiting. Since we didn't know they had entered, as I turned around I spotted Ilk with a furious expression. He wasted no time in collapsing us and asked why. I gave the explanation, still hot at the moment that I was right in my ways and they didn't want to hear any of it. The Cowled Ones as a collective know esoteric arts and spells that when combined have terrifying effects. And before I knew it I was ejected into waking. And when I returned I was trapped within the tree. My avatar forever intertwined with that of the Harrow tree. The Council told me that I never liked being wrong, they knew this and they were right. That I was a danger to myself and others, and they were right. My punishment was set as an example to others.
For eons now I have meditated. Self reflected on what I did. The pain I caused to those closest to me, as my own insecurities clouded my judgments and caused me to act irrationally. To act out of selfish desires for a power that never even was. The main character syndrome I displayed was that of several deep seated issues I had to work through and continue to work through even now. Let them be a lesson to you, my child. Do not make my mistakes. Be smarter daughter. Be kinder daughter. Be wiser daughter.
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