When the eyes eventually come to close, I too cease in their worlds. In many ways I do not exist. I watch my footsteps vanish and I am the only master of my memories. Even they too shall fail me in time. I worship the cold for it's ease of access. The natural state of all beginnings and end. When I too forget, it's what I shall feel.
Terry has a problem and it's not something so easily evident as a smile on his face. He's been wandering for awhile in the forest unsure what he's even looking for. It's what he finds that begins something new, something unimaginable.
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