“Each conscience is outside of time. It always knows right from wrong, regardless of where, when, or the human tethered to it. The universe’s gift to earthlings.” Anamnesis
“My lovely, don’t tell the children, but the light is scarier than the dark, and it won’t go off now. You walk blindly in the dark, you take small steps, smell the air, tentatively touch, and make up ideas in your head of what’s around. The dark is a riddle filled with possibilities and hope. But the light, oh, the light, my lovely, is pugnacious. It’s a sharp yes or a hard no.” Anamnesis
“What she loved most about this moment was that for the first time ever since she took conscience of her own self, she felt like she wasn’t in a room filled with half-bloods. People that live with the feeling of being half-loved, half-heard, half-present, half-alive, day after day after day, to the point this halfness mutates into their blood. But it takes time, which is why most half-bloods are always grown-ups, so she oftentimes thought that it must be a side-effect of some mysterious rite of passage into adulthood. And half-bloods can’t be a deer, or a rock, or some sort of a happy person. You are just that, sad-bound all your life. In fact, she thought grown-ups were peculiar creatures who never smiled with their eyes.
But right now, in this moment, at the Schwarztchild manor, at half past three in the morning, everyone was happy, and immensely present at their own happiness. And Amanda wanted to unzip and step outside of her body, bathe in this moment, in her most naked nakedness, and sow a new skin from it.” Anamnesis
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“Amanda felt it grow and grow and grow for years, until it was nothing but an evil giant, bigger than a full moon. She had tried to keep it in checks but Hope, like all stepchildren of the future, is bound to get out of control and stain your heart. After all, Hope too was in Pandora’s box and Hope, long overdue, is the wickedest of monsters, raging like wildfire. And her eyes reddened from a needle-point pain.” Anamnesis