Our time in this world is unique. It's a once-in-a-millennium instance! To be in a different dimension where the foundations of the World don't exist, where perhaps the Root is something else entirely... oh, perhaps time is against me, but every Mirrorbound in Geardas is a ripe subject for my pen, Caren.
[It sounds just a tad maniacal, but he's always been that way. Servants of the arts were always obsessed with their craft.]
How can I not engorge myself on the material before me?
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Our time in this world is unique. It's a once-in-a-millennium instance! To be in a different dimension where the foundations of the World don't exist, where perhaps the Root is something else entirely... oh, perhaps time is against me, but every Mirrorbound in Geardas is a ripe subject for my pen, Caren.
[It sounds just a tad maniacal, but he's always been that way. Servants of the arts were always obsessed with their craft.]
How can I not engorge myself on the material before me?