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might elaborate on some of these at some point but idk idk

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Despite all appearances, he was certainly no Robin Hood.

Adorned with a metal crown with twisted, jagged spires, he boasted himself a king. A king of an empty throne, stolen from the person who could've made it worth something.

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Artemis sits at the piano, hunched over the keys and squinting at the sheet music in front of him. His fingers move slowly across the keys, unsure if they sit in the right spots. This is the nature of sightreading, reading the notes cold; the first attempt.

He plays it over and over until the pattern is familiar for his hands. The shifts are fluid rather than awkward, and the notes are played with enough confidence to incorporate dynamics.

A week later, he's playing the same piece, but the contrast is as the difference between a beginner and an esteemed virtuoso.

Artemis has learnt the first movement, but there are still three more.

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It's a simple, repetitive motion. No real thoughts behind it. It's beyond anyone's capabilities to put more than this small effort into it, for the actions calls for no more focus than this.

no character, confusion, reincarnation

Reincarnation isn't something I thought I'd ever believe in, but after this whirlwind of thoughts and memories and places and people and words and mentions that I certainly never had myself... I'm not so sure.

There's so much that can't be known, so much left to the darkness, just out of grasp.

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Her eyes were dull but shone brighter than the sun. Her skin was soft, gentle, nurturing everything blessed enough to feel its touch. Her hair was uncared for, but it cared for her and framed the face she would never see. But she thanked it the best she could with the occasional comb woven through it. The hair didn't mind.

Her hands were gloved, as if the world wasn't ready for her to embrace it. Or perhaps it was, and she was the one who wasn't ready to open herself up.

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The city whirring by, passing through everything but her mind. For the quiet in her mind had no place for the loud bustling of the city. In her peaceful mind, the warring conflicts of the honking screaming city couldn't find a place.