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Mem seems to laugh out loud. It is a delicate laugh, but a sweet one, the kind that would leave an unpleasant flavor in one’s memory. As if she was amused with you, but only in her heart, and when no one else was looking, so that it was only between the two of you and so you could prove nothing...

Sorry about my mis reads LG. Elf got it. I edited for both our favourite elf and Iejir in my previous post.

Emptiness, not unlike ink gradual thickness and slowly pollutes her. She is lost in a dream almost recalled, almost awake. She would open her eyes, but the colors have been stolen. There are voices but she cannot hear the words. There is darkness but she cannot see. There is torment and she...

Mem, pauses. Her posture is ever genteel. Still kneeling as if completing some ancient oriental ceremony rather than a simple journal entrée, she rises lightly in complete contradiction to her size. There is a controlled anger in as she stands, a calmness that simply should not be and a flaw to...

For the pain is greater than before. It is more than care to bear. So often do I find myself wondering, why hath God abandoned us? Where is His justice? Can there be a higher purpose to this incomprehensible logic chain beyond the slightest grasp of my understanding. I look again to this world...

Mem and Es (The Toy Taker) The Toy Taker There are many stories made for children. Some are witty and teach moral lessons while others, with beautiful princesses and magical kingdoms, are best saved till bedtime, when one is tucked in and half asleep, awaiting a way to stay awake. But there...