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Subject: Too Much

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Tyrsis

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Date Posted: 20:39:23 08/14/02 Wed
In reply to: Tyrsis 's message, "Lost but not Forgotten" on 05:39:59 08/13/02 Tue

Too much of this displayed across a frail mind, a battle given upon multiple levels and interpreted only on a single plane in her mind. Dark Angel and God...THE God of ALL. And yet... how often had this man defied death... perhaps 'man' was the wrong term.

Elsewhere, a being of all white and silver raced, blurred and distorted as he rushed... and then vanished into a place not even her dreams could follow, three objects clutched to him as though they were a dying child's final hope.

A shift of perspective, her eyes gazing out at a starlit forest, broken by the soft sound of birdcall as thin shafts of sunlight peirced the heavens, opening all to a display of rapid-fire sunset... only backwards. Reality felt distorted.

Sunlight shone brightly, enveloping her in tears and blood, a rain of crystals akin to the original Crystal Rain falling as she watched diamonds and rubies glint through a tumbling sky, slicing her flesh as they struck. Everything was running for shelter from this beautific storm. He was crying.

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Much.	...	22:30:28 08/14/02 Wed