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quaking of their gossamer

“Every one of her hundred selves began to laugh, to scream, sobbing, speaking out all at once, saying everything that had been stuck inside for so many starlaps, vibrating with emotion until the quaking of their gossamer made it impossible to decipher their individual shapes.”

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Mirth as per Topaz’s Glossary – “P”

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Mirth as per Topaz’s Glossary “N & O”

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Of Other Worlds

“The perfume of his sweet breath, the healing balm of his touch, and the radiance of his smile made all petty preoccupations dissipate like fleeting shadows. And somehow, he knew things I could not conceive of – matters of other worlds, and even things about myself.

Yes, I trusted the magical silverhorn-boy with my life.”

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Mirth as per Topaz’s Glossary – “L”

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irregular-shaped shadows

“My tent was imbued with the soothing blue light coming from the few candles lit in the corners, casting the irregular-shaped shadows our bodies made on the draped walls. I sat on the ground in front of him and felt the silence weigh heavier and heavier as he avoided my eyes, staring only at my feet.

“I believe I am almost done here,” he exhaled.

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Mirth as per Topaz’s Glossary – “K”

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Mirth as per Topaz’s Glossary – “i”

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Dusk Approached

“Dusk approached and bid me to retire. Leaving the outskirts of the playing field, I slipped into the quaint tent appointed to me. I bounced on the sleeping mat after throwing my slingbags on it and plunged my hands into one of them. Out came the precious book. It was old and brown, its linen cover’s varnish peeling off in small flakes. I lifted it to my nose and fanned the pages. It smelled of ambriwood, a musky, dark, blue oil Seraphine wore as a fragrance. It carried me away to a distant memory of being cradled as I drifted to sleep, with grandiose images of imposing impurzels, bubbled squishy senti-babes floating over the land, and a feeling of boundless love, the kind only a pure, innocent senti-child can feel.”

Topaz: The Truth Portal & The Color Mayhem

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