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The One Who Bumped Into Me
There I sit, alone. My eyes drift through many souls. I see them walk, none like another, all different yet the same as the other.
Now I stand, I walk away from the table. The streets are full, but walking among crowds is no odd tale. When I see them, however, my eyes always flash. I see when they die, when they live and how long they last. Each time I see their soul, see it fade away like nothing. When their soul is almost gone, I stand and watch to see what's happening.
Then I see something horrific, maybe an accident, maybe fate. But they are sure to end, the soul never fades too late. A flash of crimson, or they may fall down in agonizing pain. Or something special happens, and something I see rarely won't be lost in vain. An impossible composition arrives, and death comes yet again.
Yet, in this moment, I was bumped against. Even though every human walked through me again and again, this soul touched my skin. I was shocked as the woman firmly apologized to me. She turned around an
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The Voice of The World
More wind was rushing past the two of them. With the exception of every gust, there was no voice to accompany her, no soul to be with her. Even the rain had left them, which once was prevalent. Simply the wind was there to speak to her, whisper its sympathetic cries into her ears. The wind which rushed past her and guided her hair, that was there to hold her and comfort her, that was there to douse her in its cold love. The wind only, for it was the voice of the world.
And then yet, how come she heard another voice?
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The Woman With Six Wings
I stood there, and before me came a mountain. Upon this mountain, I saw rocks in the millions, and more than even the millions there were. As if my eyes deceived me, these rocks grew faces, as if the end was coming, the sky had darkened. With my sword in hand, I saw the rocks laughs, and upon them were all the faces of my sins left behind. They laughed, laughed louder and louder with every step. And with every cackle I felt like the world around me faded, and soon no longer I stood in the valley of life. Where once were beautiful mountains, now I only saw the eggs of great dragons hatch.
And above all this, there stood the woman. And her six wings came down upon me, as I crawled away in horror.
"No..." I said in fear, and my sword was heft up high.
"Not with those horrible wings...!"
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There I sit, alone. My eyes drift through many souls. I see them walk, none like another, all different yet the same as the other.
Now I stand, I walk away from the table. The streets are full, but walking among crowds is no odd tale. When I see them, however, my eyes always flash. I see when they die, when they live and how long they last. Each time I see their soul, see it fade away like nothing. When their soul is almost gone, I stand and watch to see what's happening.
Then I see something horrific, maybe an accident, maybe fate. But they are sure to end, the soul never fades too late. A flash of crimson, or they may fall down in agonizing pain. Or something special happens, and something I see rarely won't be lost in vain. An impossible composition arrives, and death comes yet again.

Yet, in this moment, I was bumped against. Even though every human walked through me again and again, this soul touched my skin. I was shocked as the woman firmly apologized to me. She turned around and smiled, and told me to please let her be. Then she walked away, and soon ran as if to flee.
To let her be? How interesting. Another soul to see.

And I will wander after her, because we all know what dead souls are.
The One Who Bumped Into Me
Shed no tears for the woman
She is in good hands
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More wind was rushing past the two of them. With the exception of every gust, there was no voice to accompany her, no soul to be with her. Even the rain had left them, which once was prevalent. Simply the wind was there to speak to her, whisper its sympathetic cries into her ears. The wind which rushed past her and guided her hair, that was there to hold her and comfort her, that was there to douse her in its cold love. The wind only, for it was the voice of the world.

And then yet, how come she heard another voice?
The Voice of The World
Perhaps it teases us something much larger...
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I stood there, and before me came a mountain. Upon this mountain, I saw rocks in the millions, and more than even the millions there were. As if my eyes deceived me, these rocks grew faces, as if the end was coming, the sky had darkened. With my sword in hand, I saw the rocks laughs, and upon them were all the faces of my sins left behind. They laughed, laughed louder and louder with every step. And with every cackle I felt like the world around me faded, and soon no longer I stood in the valley of life. Where once were beautiful mountains, now I only saw the eggs of great dragons hatch.

And above all this, there stood the woman. And her six wings came down upon me, as I crawled away in horror.

"No..." I said in fear, and my sword was heft up high.

"Not with those horrible wings...!"
The Woman With Six Wings
"Not with those horrible wings"
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King-of-Dark-Titans Featured By Owner Aug 22, 2017
cool style!
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Neohaagen Featured By Owner Sep 10, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
Thanks!
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King-of-Dark-Titans Featured By Owner Sep 11, 2017
A true honor, creative wizard of paper and pencil! :D  
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Neohaagen Featured By Owner Sep 11, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
Oh, such flattery I am not worthy of!
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Neohaagen Featured By Owner Sep 10, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
Wait-
I replied to the same comment twice-
Shit
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Neohaagen Featured By Owner Aug 22, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you! I try to improve!
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King-of-Dark-Titans Featured By Owner Aug 22, 2017
A true honor, creative inspired magician! :D  
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Neohaagen Featured By Owner Aug 22, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
One day I will write novels!
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