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From: Lethe Beltane
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├── r
│ ├── reakirante.txt
+ │ ├── reciprocada.txt
│ ├── regnant.txt
│ ├── reynar.txt
│ ├── ridge.txt
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│ └── wme.txt
└── y
└── YOU-NEED-TO-KNOW.txt
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+Reciprocada
+2022-06-18
+
+***
+
+I'm penning these words while you're dealing with a cold
+because I want something to from pain distract you
+while you lie in illness' hold.
+I need to this critical point know
+so that we will not argue
+when comes time for me to go,
+for you to arrive in death's cloak
+and beckon, "I finally get to bring my baby home."
+
+Our births disjointed, separated by eons
+and so many Veils that, stacked together,
+one couldn't see through to the other end of.
+But I've been reborn so many times, and you only once,
+and that with no breakage of continuity.
+I've passed through so many worlds, seen so many things,
+and even though most I remember not,
+when compared, you're practically a baby.
+
+I don't mean this as an insult. More the opposite:
+even the gods die eventually, and you've just begun to live.
+You told me once you wanted to spend your whole life with me,
+and another time together
+you couldn't wait to spend forever.
+That's why, Jett, before December I have got to ask:
+exactly how long do you want forever to last?
+
+Because I fear you'll inevitably grow bored
+of that cottage on the mountain and soar
+away, never to be seen again.
+I'm talking on the cosmic scale, where changes happen:
+new humans,
+new Sabladeans,
+are born and then die
+in the blink of an eye.
+And I don't mind
+the passage of time
+as long as I get to do it by your side,
+but it's fair to neither of us
+if I always stay the same
+and you succumb to old age and then to dust disintegrate.
+I would offer you immortality,
+but I would not condemn you to a life of being lonely
+as every friend,
+every companion,
+inevitably ages and passes away.
+
+I said it once before, and I insist it still rings true:
+there's no point in me making Sablade if I can't make it with you.
+I want, at the very end of time, to with you be buried
+at the absolute deepest root of our cursed Yewiffe.
+I'm taking this hourglass and placing it in your hands,
+and it's up to you to decide when comes the end of sands.
+
+***
+
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