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I stood, hoping to avoid their notice, feeling their winds.
So hypnotized that when closing my eyes I had almost zero frame of locational reference, including to the chair I was in and the window my feet were hanging out of; some grip was needed to ensure I didn't push forward too far in this physical space.
Outside of it, I saw two distinct forces. Swirling and charcoal, moving like gods. I want to call them redemption and annihilation. Yet I know that each is very much both. And both forces are strong in not only their own individual being, but in these names I yearn to give them. These two forces, their strengths differ, but only in relation to distance and time to their direct and indirect effects upon the author.