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Akimikoisthecutest

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  1. Hallo. Hoe gaat het met je? Spreek je Fins?
  2. Nee, dat doen ze niet. Maar ik wel. Ik ben semi-drietalig.
  3. This is true. I am currently trying to read some of the other eras so that I can learn how to be a better mod.
  4. "So, what do you think that, uh, thing was?" [Bye!]
  5. "Oh, that was strange" "Do you want me to help you get it back?"
  6. Hi! Welcome to the Shard. Please consider an intro post to tell us what you have or haven't read (Whichever list is shorter.) and so we can get to know you better!

  7. [Everyone in our group sees this if they want.]
  8. "Hmm, not that long ag-" The usual chaos of Gendoria City’s magical aura suddenly turns stagnant. For a moment, everyone nearby simply stops. They don't freeze in time; they just forget who they are for a heartbeat, their features slackening as a wave of pure, unadulterated egolessness washes over the area. It’s an uncomfortable, profound absence of self that leaves people clutching their heads a second later, trying to remember their names, their pronouns, their very essence. This place has become a focal point of the Shards agony. This isn't the Shard forcing actions, but rather their core concept of self-annihilation overwhelming the local reality. A voice, simultaneously vast and terrifyingly lonely, echoes inside their awareness—a raw, emotional broadcast of the Shard's current struggle: "This... this is the Void. The truth of Transcendence... The horror is the loss. The complete erasure of 'I'." The Shard's voice gains a sudden, desperate clarity, latching onto a single thought that burns brighter than any other it can perceive: "But there is one who lives within the nothingness. One who is an empty canvas, yet remains a singular 'she'—unclaimed by identity, yet not destroyed by the lack of it." A focused image is pressed into their collective consciousness: a deceptively plain woman, blending perfectly into the crowd, observing everything with an intense curiosity, but wearing no mask the Shard can recognize. Just quiet observance. "She hides in the lack of a label, in the quiet spaces of Moc where she claims no identity at all. A scholar, a data collector... they call her Cricket in other places. Find her. Her understanding of the 'empty vessel' might be the only way to anchor me before I erase everything."
  9. [I'm here. Remember to be careful about double posting.] "Weird."
  10. cabbageworms
  11. Lyre
  12. "You know, the fire? That just happened?"
  13. Hi! Welcome to the shard! Please consider an intro post to let us know what you have read or haven't read (Whichever list is shorter) and so we can get to know you better.

  14. "Can't argue with that"
  15. "Help? Please?"
  16. "You seem frightened," Kaijsa whispered, her voice barely audible and shaking slightly as Ujyo backed away from the door. She wrapped her arms around herself, a nervous, hesitant smile briefly touching her lips before vanishing. "My name is... Kaijsa," she introduced herself, taking a small, tentative step further into the room, her gaze fixed uncertainly on the floor. "As for how I know your name... oh, um, well... I was sort of... hoping you'd come by?" She immediately regretted speaking and shrank back a little, not pressing him, just watching him with wide, anxious eyes, feeling the tension radiating from him. "There's no need to leave," Kaijsa continued, her tone a soft plea. "I think you and I might... might have a lot to talk about." She gestured vaguely toward the empty space near the room's center with a timid hand. "Perhaps you'd care for some tea?" she offered politely, her eyes fluttering up to meet his for just a second before darting away again, observing his reaction with fragile hope.
  17. "Easy there," she says, as Ujyo quickly shuts the door again, her voice calm and smooth, reaching him through the wood. "You seem stressed, Ujyo. A need for solitude, perhaps?" She projects her thoughts outwards, knowing he can likely hear her agitation even through his apologies. "It's alright, no harm done. But for future reference, you might want to project a little less 'fight-or-flight' energy when opening doors if you want people to believe you're not planning to trip them." A slight, knowing smile plays on her lips. "If you need a quiet space, I can make one unoccupied for you. Just ask next time."
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