Bonus points if your oc is usually cheery, bright or innocent on the surface!
DISPATCH FROM AMAUROT - AD INTERROGATIONEM
1056 BELLS - DIE 23 - ASTRAL MOON 5:
SUBJECT:
Regarding a dram of the unspeakable
POLICY: Quaestio Diei
I am a shard of Igeyorhm, and in my shard of reality, things were not the same. There are horrors that I hold inside. I am nigh unsundered, because I have rejoined with the shards of myself, almost all of them. I remember each of them, and the ways in which we rejoined. I remember my lives. I remember my deaths. Many times at the hands of my friends. Especially my dear friend, Emet-Selch, who was Hythlodaeus, in my timeline. I also know that I lost. Hydaelyn's Advocate failed.
Azem and Zodiark were triumphant, and I was hurled out from mine own timeline by Zodiark to one that is far more... nominal. The one in which I exist with everyone else. I don't often speak of what I saw, as I was hurled from my reality, past countless others. How many times I saw myself die. How many other realities, and how few of them I stood up and behaved as I did. I have seen the star die so many times. In mine head is so much cursed knowledge. I exist in my daily life with all this knowledge and I try to smile. I try to laugh. To have a measure of bon vivance and flirtatiousness. I know it's there though, lurking in the backs of mine eyes.
I don't speak on the subject much, but also, I don't think there are many who would want to know, who would want all that spoken to them. I am a heavy burden in that regard, but I do try my utmost to carry myself, and not weigh anyone else down.
