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[There's a long silence - long enough that one would be easily forgiven for thinking that this post was a mistake. Finally, though, a quiet voice speaks up.]
My... home, my world... Cloudbank, that is... was a place of... unimaginable beauty. Or rather, if you could imagine it, it could be made. This place... it's not the same, not the same at all. There's... well, it's big, but it doesn't have the same streets or people or... ease of change.
I don't mind it not changing, not really... but it's different.
The past is... a strange thing, strange indeed. You can't quantify it, you can't... break it down into variables that make any sort of sense. It just... goes. It's there and then it's not, like a leaf carried by the wind, or a cloud.
[There's another silence, but it's shorter. A breath, followed by an inhale and a pause, before he speaks again.]
... Cloudbank's like that, too. Gone, I mean. The physical structure is... still there, probably. You could walk around it... for a while. Until you were wiped out, I mean. Like everyone else... gone to the Country. The 'afterlife', some people might call it, though it's another life. Quiet, from what I hear. Though the Country inside... well. No one's ever been really sure if you get to the Country everyone else is in from that one. Not even me, and I made it.
[A quiet chuckle, before a sigh.]
This post has no point, I suppose. People found others from their worlds here... no one showed up from Cloudbank. Not that I saw, at least. But I did have a... a question. A poll, I guess, though the results don't really mean much. I was wondering how many people have... no home? Not anymore, I mean. Not one they can go back to because of... death, or the imminent threat thereof when they get back.
... And for those of you wondering... dying's not so bad.
[There's a pause, like he's going to say something else, but then the audio just clicks off.]
My... home, my world... Cloudbank, that is... was a place of... unimaginable beauty. Or rather, if you could imagine it, it could be made. This place... it's not the same, not the same at all. There's... well, it's big, but it doesn't have the same streets or people or... ease of change.
I don't mind it not changing, not really... but it's different.
The past is... a strange thing, strange indeed. You can't quantify it, you can't... break it down into variables that make any sort of sense. It just... goes. It's there and then it's not, like a leaf carried by the wind, or a cloud.
[There's another silence, but it's shorter. A breath, followed by an inhale and a pause, before he speaks again.]
... Cloudbank's like that, too. Gone, I mean. The physical structure is... still there, probably. You could walk around it... for a while. Until you were wiped out, I mean. Like everyone else... gone to the Country. The 'afterlife', some people might call it, though it's another life. Quiet, from what I hear. Though the Country inside... well. No one's ever been really sure if you get to the Country everyone else is in from that one. Not even me, and I made it.
[A quiet chuckle, before a sigh.]
This post has no point, I suppose. People found others from their worlds here... no one showed up from Cloudbank. Not that I saw, at least. But I did have a... a question. A poll, I guess, though the results don't really mean much. I was wondering how many people have... no home? Not anymore, I mean. Not one they can go back to because of... death, or the imminent threat thereof when they get back.
... And for those of you wondering... dying's not so bad.
[There's a pause, like he's going to say something else, but then the audio just clicks off.]
