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thequestgiver[[Again, there's nothing visible on the orb. The sound is muffled, and the voice unidentifiable, yet somehow oddly familiar, even as it changes and sways.]]
There's a spot here... past, present, future... it all comes together, warping all around it with it's weight... [[There's a faint, breathless laughter as the voice grows louder, leaning closer to the cloaked orb as the tone pitches up.]] If I jumped within, I wonder if all could be changed to rip apart that which marches us all to the emptiness that we've been Ordered to....
[[There's a demented giggle that gets higher and higher pitched before exploding out into an unhinged loud laughter, getting louder and higher until suddenly droping to a low note]] How many times will all be moved? To pieces, to pieces all, as we dance away into the next land....
[[There's suddenly silence, heavy breathing barely audible as the shadows from the other side of the cloth covering the orb shift, the shape of fingers becoming identifiable as the cloth wrinkles. When the voice speaks again, it's very low, quiet and shaking.]]
Even these hands hold no power... What good can they do when all is bound....? Too close to that which holds all in its grasp...
Would that they break and bring all to it's end!
There's a spot here... past, present, future... it all comes together, warping all around it with it's weight... [[There's a faint, breathless laughter as the voice grows louder, leaning closer to the cloaked orb as the tone pitches up.]] If I jumped within, I wonder if all could be changed to rip apart that which marches us all to the emptiness that we've been Ordered to....
[[There's a demented giggle that gets higher and higher pitched before exploding out into an unhinged loud laughter, getting louder and higher until suddenly droping to a low note]] How many times will all be moved? To pieces, to pieces all, as we dance away into the next land....
[[There's suddenly silence, heavy breathing barely audible as the shadows from the other side of the cloth covering the orb shift, the shape of fingers becoming identifiable as the cloth wrinkles. When the voice speaks again, it's very low, quiet and shaking.]]
Even these hands hold no power... What good can they do when all is bound....? Too close to that which holds all in its grasp...
Would that they break and bring all to it's end!
