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Could that without eyes stare? His mind hesitated but his soul knew it to be true. A piercing gaze cutting through layer upon layer of trivial worries, worldly troubles, and reaching the absolute core of the being that was the better man. Upon it's craggly surface the gaze softly carved symbols of a lost life, invoking memories taken by the waves and only then washed ashore on the shores of a new existence.
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A whince, a grimace. A body wracked by the pain of remembering what no mortal man ever should, the passing from one world to the next, and the eroding of the mind. Limestone blasted with raging waters from between worlds. A malleable tossed to the winds, torn asunder and stitched back together in another place, in another time. Each cycle something was lost to the void. Ginnungagap claiming it's tribute.
Behind closed eyes he could see the symbols, echoes of a life he'd all but left behind. He could reach out, touch them, feel the ragged edges as fresh as the day he carved them into the birch handle of a knife. A gift to her.
Now they meant nothing. Each line a mystery to behold and ponder upon, but without meaning beyond the image they invoked. His throat was gasping for air, air with which to scream her name, if only it could.
"I see... Her. I know, but I do not understand." voice and body weak, frozen, and eyes welling up as what little meaning the symbols had ran like sand between his fingers. Fingers reaching out, pleading, begging for the strength to carry on. The strength to search, the strength to find.
Behind closed eyes he could see the symbols, echoes of a life he'd all but left behind. He could reach out, touch them, feel the ragged edges as fresh as the day he carved them into the birch handle of a knife. A gift to her.
Now they meant nothing. Each line a mystery to behold and ponder upon, but without meaning beyond the image they invoked. His throat was gasping for air, air with which to scream her name, if only it could.
"I see... Her. I know, but I do not understand." voice and body weak, frozen, and eyes welling up as what little meaning the symbols had ran like sand between his fingers. Fingers reaching out, pleading, begging for the strength to carry on. The strength to search, the strength to find.
