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Mimas wasn't one to understand something that can be quite complicated at times and yet... Why does today feel strange?
Time seems to be getting faster than usual as the clock continues on ticking, voices tocking all the time; the silence was getting louder-- painfully... And...
Everything was white, the light invites him, for he should embrace the aching pain and become awhole with one and each other; he must relish in this, he can't leave.
Many moons were staring down at him with a surreal expression on their faces, why were they giving him such strange looks-- What happened?