OLLETT’S THOUGHTS

I am not a part of this story…not really. But perhaps I shall be. One day, when my father needs me enough, I may return. I sometimes feel closer to the physical world. Sometimes, the darkness holds a glint of light. I walk towards it, a pinprick, like a single star, ever moving…ever dimming until it fades and the all-encompassing night returns.
I am scared and alone. I have searched for the Halls of Cirryn as I have searched for the comforting embrace of God. I fear Cirryn is no more. I would cry, but spirits do not shed tears.

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