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Subj: Fwd: I would like to know more...

Date: 5/19/98 1:57:11 PM Eastern Daylight Time

From: (Rayyne)

To: Sharqua

<An Experience occurring in late December>

For some reason, you experience a strange sense of dread. It steals over you like a thief in the shadows.

Suddenly you feel dizzy... your eyes cloud over and you see... A pale form lies at your feet, life holding on by a mere thread. The figure is wrenchingly familiar but the horrible wounds make you want to turn away. Then suddenly the vision is gone, as if it had never occurred.

Dizziness overcomes you once again and the images crowd your mind, dismay tagging along with a malevolent intent. You see the horribly wounded body, its spirit desperate for any hope. Then.. a thread of possibility threads out over the wracked body, and the spirit lusts for it, grabbing out with all the wanning lifeforce it can muster.

You see the spirit unite with the thread of hope like a fire igniting... and suddenly, the body is transformed, filled with an energy so dark and intense that that body is transformed. As the vision fades, you realize you've seen the past.

For some reason.. although it seems totally innocuous, you suddenly feel the sense of someone dear to you, sleeping peacefully in a room dominated by an incredible chair of bone. The slim figure stirs in his sleep, then sighs.

You feel someone's heartbeat close to you, sense their thoughts touching yours and a longing for you. Then that other sensibility stretches and stands, glancing about and seeing the surroundings with fatigue.

You sense the figure sigh and frown, glancing about him with resignation and at the same time, hunger. Hunger for life and knowledge and experience. He studies the chair and the grisly audience with interest.

Then... like the strange mists coursing over the haunted lake, the figure fades and disappears, gone from your conciousness but still holding close to your heart.

You feel a familar presence within an empty bed far away... in a fasthold of mountains far away. The distance is distressing, yet you feel thoughts and waves of feelings, clinging tightly to your own. Then conciousness fades as the 'other' fades away into sleep. About the sleeping figure, you sense mountains.. and pine trees silent in winter's firm grasp.

In Late December

All Pages Home Chaos Winter End Battle Notes on Corrections & Additions	Subj: Fwd: I would like to know more... Date: 5/19/98 1:57:11 PM Eastern Daylight Time From: (Rayyne) To: Sharqua <An Experience occurring in late December> For some reason, you experience a strange sense of dread. It steals over you like a thief in the shadows. Suddenly you feel dizzy... your eyes cloud over and you see... A pale form lies at your feet, life holding on by a mere thread. The figure is wrenchingly familiar but the horrible wounds make you want to turn away. Then suddenly the vision is gone, as if it had never occurred. Dizziness overcomes you once again and the images crowd your mind, dismay tagging along with a malevolent intent. You see the horribly wounded body, its spirit desperate for any hope. Then.. a thread of possibility threads out over the wracked body, and the spirit lusts for it, grabbing out with all the wanning lifeforce it can muster. You see the spirit unite with the thread of hope like a fire igniting... and suddenly, the body is transformed, filled with an energy so dark and intense that that body is transformed. As the vision fades, you realize you've seen the past. For some reason.. although it seems totally innocuous, you suddenly feel the sense of someone dear to you, sleeping peacefully in a room dominated by an incredible chair of bone. The slim figure stirs in his sleep, then sighs. You feel someone's heartbeat close to you, sense their thoughts touching yours and a longing for you. Then that other sensibility stretches and stands, glancing about and seeing the surroundings with fatigue. You sense the figure sigh and frown, glancing about him with resignation and at the same time, hunger. Hunger for life and knowledge and experience. He studies the chair and the grisly audience with interest. Then... like the strange mists coursing over the haunted lake, the figure fades and disappears, gone from your conciousness but still holding close to your heart. You feel a familar presence within an empty bed far away... in a fasthold of mountains far away. The distance is distressing, yet you feel thoughts and waves of feelings, clinging tightly to your own. Then conciousness fades as the 'other' fades away into sleep. About the sleeping figure, you sense mountains.. and pine trees silent in winter's firm grasp.