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| [los17] : As I continued to visit moirai there began to come not fully decipherable images: they were fleeting, as though incomplete memories coming from distant childhood: there were boxes: boxes upon boxes, a sea of boxes. And there was sadness, sadness that was the wilderness of loss that described my condition immediately prior to being brought to the seventeenth level by virgil. He had rescued me from the exile of sadness from loss and brought me to this place, bleak to be sure within the seventeenth level, but with the doorway to moirai from which I knew now that there was more than I could comprehend so soon. I had some prior connection to moirai, she was not a new garden, she was an old garden sitting on the edge of an old forest, the wilderness that had some prior meaning to me. I began to wonder who moirai was, if to me she was something other than norfein's machine of creation, the truth of which I was increasingly aware. Who was moirai? |
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