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|Value 2 = ''Something is missing. Given. Stolen. Bear it in your pharynx {{...}} Hold it in your heart, an oyster-treasured pearl. This feeling, this knowledge, that you have been forbidden to seek or name, this feeling whose shape might be felt from its absence.'' | |Value 2 = ''Something is missing. Given. Stolen. Bear it in your pharynx {{...}} Hold it in your heart, an oyster-treasured pearl. This feeling, this knowledge, that you have been forbidden to seek or name, this feeling whose shape might be felt from its absence.'' | ||
|Value 3 = ''The absence is soft, as you once were, your fronds {{...}} offering comfort in the shaping pools. Now, only harshness remains; the currents {{...}} ever-sharpening, ever-angering. Absence and regret and waste-simmered hatred extrude in sharp and painful growths.'' | |Value 3 = ''The absence is soft, as you once were, your fronds {{...}} offering comfort in the shaping pools. Now, only harshness remains; the currents {{...}} ever-sharpening, ever-angering. Absence and regret and waste-simmered hatred extrude in sharp and painful growths.'' | ||
| − | |Value 4 = ''An ache. An absence. Was it ever otherwise? How do you remember that which has no name, that which is barred from thought? Unseen sentiment flows beneath the thermocline. Perhaps | + | |Value 4 = ''An ache. An absence. Was it ever otherwise? How do you remember that which has no name, that which is barred from thought? Unseen sentiment flows beneath the thermocline. Perhaps that are shapes that would pain you less.'' |
|Value 5 = ''Time filters through you. Worlds flourish and bleach, reefs in the wilderness. What is there to do in eternity but change? Ah – but the flame. The flame remembers.'' | |Value 5 = ''Time filters through you. Worlds flourish and bleach, reefs in the wilderness. What is there to do in eternity but change? Ah – but the flame. The flame remembers.'' | ||
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