my whole life is mine, but whoever says so will deprive me,
for it is infinite.
Amun wasn't fully recovered from his ordeal, as evidenced by the leanness of his frame and the distant look in his eyes. Still, at least he was functional, bathed, and clothed in something other than rags. He stood outside the door to Wordsworth books for a few minutes, though, before he lifted one hand to rap on the door.
Then he pushed his way inside, Zhanshi literally nipping at his heels. The potter only made it a few steps before he halted, frozen, motionless in the doorway. Eventually, his mouth opened and he called out in a raspy voice, "Red? You...you in here?" He stayed completely still, not even breathing.
Then he pushed his way inside, Zhanshi literally nipping at his heels. The potter only made it a few steps before he halted, frozen, motionless in the doorway. Eventually, his mouth opened and he called out in a raspy voice, "Red? You...you in here?" He stayed completely still, not even breathing.
by being moved I exert my empire,
making the dreams of night real
AMUN
