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Nov. 10th, 2008 01:17 pm( Police Filter // Viewable to those investigating the stonings )
I'm glad I got away without having to enumerate my near escapes; I wouldn't have had time to listen to the stories the City wanted told.
I thought, once, that I remembered dying, though often I can't tell what I've seen from what I've dreamed. November twenty-sixth. Someone told me that souls mate eternal; that though we don't recall, in some inscrutable way we stay side by side through the years, the lives, the deaths. Born sisters once, mother and child a second time, lovers third; and yet some lives we meet only in passing, lonely and disconnected, seeing for an instant unknown faces that strike a chord deep within us, though we know not why.
We aren't the damned, or the saved, who have fallen down this rabbit hole. Perhaps it's but a dream from which we'll wake, some shared unconscious memory lying at the root of all realities. Perhaps there's no rhyme or reason behind it; a land where dead men walk with figments of dead men's imaginations, where dreams and nightmares mingle with reality.
Is this merely the logical end of a long journey, a walk through darkness begun with eyes open wide in naive fascination? A restless search for a truth I couldn't comprehend, only longed for with a child's stubbornness? Here so many truths lay bare, so many are handed to me, unsuspected-- and questions raised for which there are no answers in sight, questions I could not have asked had I not been pulled off my path.
[ooc: The count for investigators I'm working with is Harry Dresden, Molly Carpenter, Carlos Ramirez, Karrin Murphy, and Vincent Valentine, as lifted from Harry's filters, but if your char has been involved with the investigation feel free to assume they're on it too? ^^;]
I'm glad I got away without having to enumerate my near escapes; I wouldn't have had time to listen to the stories the City wanted told.
I thought, once, that I remembered dying, though often I can't tell what I've seen from what I've dreamed. November twenty-sixth. Someone told me that souls mate eternal; that though we don't recall, in some inscrutable way we stay side by side through the years, the lives, the deaths. Born sisters once, mother and child a second time, lovers third; and yet some lives we meet only in passing, lonely and disconnected, seeing for an instant unknown faces that strike a chord deep within us, though we know not why.
We aren't the damned, or the saved, who have fallen down this rabbit hole. Perhaps it's but a dream from which we'll wake, some shared unconscious memory lying at the root of all realities. Perhaps there's no rhyme or reason behind it; a land where dead men walk with figments of dead men's imaginations, where dreams and nightmares mingle with reality.
Is this merely the logical end of a long journey, a walk through darkness begun with eyes open wide in naive fascination? A restless search for a truth I couldn't comprehend, only longed for with a child's stubbornness? Here so many truths lay bare, so many are handed to me, unsuspected-- and questions raised for which there are no answers in sight, questions I could not have asked had I not been pulled off my path.
[ooc: The count for investigators I'm working with is Harry Dresden, Molly Carpenter, Carlos Ramirez, Karrin Murphy, and Vincent Valentine, as lifted from Harry's filters, but if your char has been involved with the investigation feel free to assume they're on it too? ^^;]
