I tossed and turned and couldn't fall back to sleep. My gorgeous friend Holly and I were on a camping trip. Out of nowhere, Holly's boyfriend Rick showed up and now it was the three of us. Holly send most of her time making out with her boyfriend, while I tried to enjoy the sights and sounds of mother nature. It got dark and cold quick and before you knew...
When I died, my body fell into a dark void while my soul parted away. Little did I know that my body and soul had their own agency. I watched as my soul floated away as a bright white incandescent body, but not bright enough to illuminate the darkness around. It was a familiar face, an old friend, a twin abandoning me. Deeper and deeper I fell. My soul now...
You lie on your shared bed looking over little trinkets made by your lover. A potent smith, he's crafted you small metal tokens of his travels around the worlds. A little, dense hedron, a filigree fox, and a lovingly crafted locket bearing a triangle filled with inscrutable text. The floor rumbles, and you hear a familiar thump as he forgets to stoop below...
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