— tail, seemed to be shocked that the ghost was speaking directly to itself. The eyes—or what felt like eyes—locked onto Alessandra. It “spoke” in halting rasps, huffs, and howls, through distant winds and the smell of salt seas. “I. Cannot. We are. One. And the same. What I. Know. She-I shall. —

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(( so close to blowing a vein with the effort of holding my primarily yeeyee-ass banjo bluegrass-ass taste of music back from all those song prompts.

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His eyes sink for a moment “… The… The actual fuck are you talking about?” After what he just encountered… He doesn’t doubt it one bit

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“No. The helmet is in there. Sometimes when he’s close by, I can hear him. …he’s just recalling he had a reptilian friend named Morrop. And he fought multiple deities and creatures with crab claws… …he says at one point he tore apart this giant creature and used his body as armor.”

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I feel different. I can't feel my body anymore. I see my memories, captured in little cubes...

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