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A shadow passed across the Spirits alabaster face. Her now reddish-black eyes stared as if they were looking through me. Electric incense filled my lungs, threatening to choke the life from my immortal bones. I do not know why youre here. You have been haunting me for far too long, but you have revealed nothing of yourself. As I said the words I immediately felt a chill descend the length of my body, causing me to shiver violently. My hair tingled as if standing on end. The Spirit now looked at me, her eyes turning yet another shade of crimson.
The hate returned. &nb


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She was forgotten long ago, left as a memory in a wooden shell that had once been a home. I stared for what seemed like days at the gray, splintered, wood surrounded by the wintery scent of fallen pine needles. I tugged at my leather coat for warmth as the season reminded me of its presence. Only the sound of crows could be heard as the sun began a slow descent behind a mountain made by men.
It was my need to know, more than any sort of courage that allowed my hand to at last push on the broken panels which had at one time served as a door. The entryway echoed and strained as I struggled, wood cra
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I seek the fantasy within the reality, and the magical within the mundane.
I was, am, and will forever be The Wind Rider.
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I seek the fantasy within the reality, and the magical within the mundane.
I was, am, and will forever be The Wind Rider.
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"Let go you bastard! You're discriminating against suitcases!!"- Shuichi Shindo
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Design is a constant fight...a fight against the visual disease that plagues this world.
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I seek the fantasy within the reality, and the magical within the mundane.
I was, am, and will forever be The Wind Rider.
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