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|:~:|Psyche|:~:|

|:~:|I recall, still, that ominous day, the day that was to be my awakening, the death of my former self, and rather, my beginning. The blood of my youth which filled each page of my life until then was drained; cleansed of my body, sanctified of the wretched filth that clouded the life that I had known up until then. A sweet, delicate shower, pertinent to the eve' on which it came, washed over me with its full, moist aroma. It was the one scent that could not only be tasted, wofted, but felt as well. For, on this day, 'twas not a day past Spring's birth. And within me rose this indescribable sensation, the sensation of the change of the seasons, which, as many know, may very well leave one dancing without a whim upon the thin line of their instincts, when morals and teachings seem to be forgotten, replaced by the sudden urge which drives us all from within. I can remember flying; or rather, floating o'er the earthy trench, the mire licking at my hocks, the wind grasping my very self, and at the same moment, compressing me within the stream o' my own run. I cannot deny or explain any of the actions that I had taken upon that day. For, as you well know, I was acting upon my instinct; something that many of us have forgotten in another time -- the past.|:~:|

|:~:|Corporeal|:~:|

|:~:|Onyx silhouette flits effortlessly 'mong suffocating obscurity, murmur of eddying foliage resonates in wake. Kielsons compress fickled soil 'neath defiantly, yet no utterance is attempted 'neath iron grip. Snarled tresses sway nonchalantly behind brutale, gaze of mercurine hue scanning the barren province. Femme had once recognized this terra firma, which now resided under reign of a new ascendancy. She would adjust, of course, all it takes is time...|:~:|

|:~:|Tidus|:~:|