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A minecraft grass block.

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NOW THIS, THIS IS SOME.... STUFF (do not beg i will NOT explain):

Log, 12th

24/02/2307

Under the shadows of that damned night, I did not only ____ __ ___ but my soul, the meaning of my life... and once again my sanity. Since that miserable day that the cold-hearted one of us joined our endless fate, since that awful day she -according to what she said- broke free from the white walls of the prison which she was destined to get stuck in for life and once again eternity; there was a voice in my mind saying what was going to happen in our cages we call our lives was not going to be any easier than before no more. Was I desired to believe such lies? No, surely I was not. It turns out I should've when I still had the chance. She was a lie that was fakely confirmed to be the truth just to be the end of all our lives in the end. You know what they say; a disaster, is always a disaster. Do they say this? I can't recall any words or form any coherent thoughts anymore, it seems. It's been like 23 years, that's a lot. Or... or is it more than that? 50 years, maybe? 90? 3̷͇͂4̷̟̌7̶̯͊?̷͚̀

Log end, Seek.

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a letter found in the hotel, from the past and the unknown:

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It was until I've stumbled upon a drawer that was nestled near the corner of the green themed room. I presumably wasn't even going to notice its existence if it wasn't for the momentarily lightning outside. It was a normal letter, one that was buried inside the classic old worn-out paper. Unlike the other ones I've seen, it was burnt with probably the lighter that was left near it on the same drawer. I couldn't tell if it was recently burnt, or was burnt from much long ago. Yet, I read it anyway, I knew I had to read it; my curiosity was too much to ignore in situations like this.

"Have you missed me yet?" The letter said. "I know it's not been long, but I've just been getting one of the casual urges to write to you. I also know you're upset with me, yet I don't think you'll be anymore after you hear the great news I have brought upon you!

I know I've been acting very distant lately, and I hope I can make you forgive me for my foolishness. The work's just been too much for me to get away from, I couldn't help but dig deeper into it and lock myself to the outside world. I thought about you in the meanwhile, though. I was hoping we could meet up? And maybe I could show you the 'great news' that I have brought along..."

At the backside of the letter was a response from a different person - surely because of the change in the writing style I understood it; "I'm not mad or upset with you, I just couldn't get it to my head that you had other business other than being with me all day. No need to wish for my forgiveness, surely I'd be glad to meet you. When, where and what hour? Love you." There was a stylishly drawn heart at the corner of the sentence. I ran my eyes down to read the response that came from the first person who had written this letter.

"I'm sorry, something urgent came up."

And there was nothing beneath or above those seven words.

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just one of void and seek's daily meetings...:

A Cold Encounter

I envied the touch of his delicate hands. I envied how his fingers danced around my rather cold skin -conflicting to his warm one- how they both created a physical wind but also made me feel the warmth deep inside. I missed the feeling of it all. But now, it was all gone. And there was nothing left to bury inside my mind and trap it in my memory. But really it wasn't gone, I was just far away from it right now... Blocked from seeing him again, blocked within these metal pipes that didn't seem to have a possibility to break. I thought it would never end, thought it could be felt forever. Yet, here we are. I wish, I just wish, I would be able to feel his warmth against mine again before I say a lasting goodbye to this cruel world.