#0034. You saw him in another life, different and more aloof. This version begins to desiccate under the sun of an older world. Gaudy baubles adorn him and he no longer is the ruler or the conquering magistrate. He is gentler now, but with a frightening gaze, hollowed out by years of memory and loss. He would give you his memories if he could. His mouth is gaping and gasping for air. Goodbye, he will say. All of it will expire.
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