The tea flows so sweetly – Notes' #IAMTSW entry – backtory round:

Antida in Games, The Secret World 0 comments 27 APR 2015

Time is a ribbon wrapped around my fingers, stretched too thin to the point of breaking.

晴天の霹靂 – Seiten no heki-reki.

The bees, the humming, the flesh, the #hivehum.

It draws me out from the oblivion and leaves me standing out in the open. Mortals are creatures that exist in the moment of the flame, and life ignites at birth, whatever that might be. Even immortal creatures start off somewhere, and they all die in their own ways.

Do not let them tell you differently. Finite, or infinite in our threads of life to fate, we are only a moment in time, though the ripples can reach far with effects.

I record this –

All was quiet. I could barely remember the last
time she had a thought in this pitch black that
surrounded me. My eyes could remain open for what seemed
centuries, but I was blind for all it mattered,
adrift in the waters of transience. Floating without
consequence in the sensory-deprived garden of
Nothing, the only reminders that I once was and
still am .. was the occasional physical acknowledgment
of the endless water about me, and the voices of my
friends that seemed to echo off the ripples.

I remember. A time when I was younger,
full of life, passionate. I fought, I laughed,
I lived. Everything was done with confidence,
and every feeling was cherished, down to my last
hate. I traded chastity for a key to the future and
carried out the will of a chaotic ruler. But it
dwindled, and understanding overcame sentiments,
wisdom over took zealotry. The vow was broken
but the promise was not. There was two; I, the
vessel, and the Antiquity that I once believed drove
me, but now I suspected it had instead fed off me.

Lucidness was a luxury that I dared not bank on, and
I cradled my dolor in the bosom of solitude as a
twisted strength to rule my benign kingdom. Time
passed, the mission fell to the wayside. I had loved, had
a few friends — oh how I loved them all dearly — but
then it became clear why the vow had been important.
With the security of my lover’s kiss still lingering
on the lips in my mind, I knew that I had tasted it
all, and there was no true immortality, and I wasn’t invincible.
Now, regardless of my will, it ascended me away from
that which I loved, reality slipping through my
fingers like sand, leaving me to only hold the want.

Was that a tear? No, only moisture. Even then, brief
.. passing. For why cry? Emotions had become
tenuous, distant. I could no longer imagine myself
walking the solid earth, conversing with my friends.
Embodiment was as flirting of an idea to me as
transcendence was to others. As much as my brain
reached it could not grasp. I could walk the eons
of a universe continuum in what I conjured to be a
breath, but I could no longer laugh, embrace, drink
tea. These things were faint memories, like the ones
garnered from reading a good book. Yet this did not
mean that I did not still crave to revisit them.

The Nameless was now Chion, and it pleasured me to sense
the suffering of the infidels while a new sisterhood
relived what I (or was it she?) once knew. A new era — and now
I had all the pieces.
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Forum name – Notes. #IAMTSW Backstory Entry.


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