https://wiki.zaori.org/w/index.php?action=history&feed=atom&title=Temporary_insanityTemporary insanity - Revision history2026-04-15T12:07:07ZRevision history for this page on the wikiMediaWiki 1.36.0-alphahttps://wiki.zaori.org/w/index.php?title=Temporary_insanity&diff=4273&oldid=prevApheori at 03:29, 10 November 20182018-11-10T03:29:12Z<p></p>
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</table>Apheorihttps://wiki.zaori.org/w/index.php?title=Temporary_insanity&diff=4272&oldid=prevApheori: buh2018-11-10T03:27:33Z<p>buh</p>
<p><b>New page</b></p><div>Your face.<br />
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You dream of geese.<br />
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The air is crisp, not quite cold, winter hinting at its coming in creeping tendrils, a taste in the air, a chill in the shadows, geese overhead. The skies resonate with their calls, announcements, instructions, directions. When night comes, they will land, and the lack will be a cacophony in the cold, but you're not there yet...<br />
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You shiver, and step out of the shade. Reflex, mostly, but the sky is darkening already.<br />
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The sun is darkening, not a cloud about, only geese, but there aren't ''that'' many.<br />
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Their v's scatter, disperse. The calls quiet.<br />
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You look up. Some part of your brain, some nagging thing in the back of your mind tells you not to, that this is a bad idea, but you do it anyway.<br />
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It's not the sun.<br />
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A breeze rustles through the field, and then stills. The dry grass almost sighs, but the silence is like a blanket covering all. In the thickets at the edges, the insects stall, then cut off too.<br />
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You stare up at the... it doesn't make sense. It doesn't fit. It shouldn't be there, in the sky, in the winterfall.</div>Apheori