xxbran:

_{It is fascinating how the memory of death lasts longer than the life that it purloined.} 

_{To say that he remembers everything is perhaps an understatement, in the normal sense. A myriad of images press into the side of his mind as he flips through them one by one, and there is no other photo that may be more accurate than what he recounts from the tip of his tongue. In his hands blooms the flower of truth and withers away under the dull light given off by heavy conscience. Talent itself has strung itself to his shoulders - mathematical intuition, inhuman memory and sensory perception. What it did not award him with was the common sense that kept him on his feet; as a clear consequence, broken feet slid through cracks of reality, dragging the boy deeper with claws of isolation. All into an indeterminate chaos.} 

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