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Zenra
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Date Posted: 22:09:59 02/21/03 Fri
"The boy..."
Near azure eyes rested on the nearly faded choir, eyes that held such a regret and sadness as they fell on one particular. Of course it was Kami, a love that she would never know again, for all time perhaps.
"The young son that that scientist man had tampered with..."
She didn't know his name, speaking of Kiasin. A youth curupted so far it was sad to see it before her, before the being, not forgotten, nor even saiya-jin, faded from sight to she could only guess where.
Her eyes lingered on the transparent figures some she had never known, and only a handful of those she had. Any and all that had ever fallen to the temptation of the forbiddion, a piece of their soul bound to the choir for all time.
Kami, Yukina, Kenji, Morigu, Damuthca, Dalon.
Even one that shook her, a faded image umong all the rest, the only one that seemed partially even the brightest one there, adding to the tone of darkenly light music with a voice she recognized, rich a fluid, and sad all the same.
A shadow of herself.
A soft whisper escaped her lips, the words falling out of her mouth limply.
"....my god...."
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