several streets later and some time passed, at an old shack.
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Iir: So, how about it? you start stitching and i start spilling words...
????: oh, by the way my name is Wraidle.. mine is Nierd.. i am Thraice and ours is Rob and Bob... but none of it matters now.
Iir: Are you having a nervous breakdown or something?
All: we have seen many mornings and many noons, yet, is in the passing form mornin till noon that we realise our endeavors.
Iir: Are you preaching me?
All: no, not really, it is just the view we are talking about.
Iir: And what are you watching?
All: someone who is not alive nor death.. see, we are ghosts, yet, now we feel like angels.. ..All this time death has eluded us. We searched and searched hard, hard was the search; eventually we found that wich we sought but our curse was none but the wimp of a witch.
Iir: I dont quite follow, why all this? all of a sudden?
All: You see, our redemption lies on your well being, and your well being means our passing.
Iir: I am out of here!! you pshychos!
All: but you cant refuse, one such as you who is condemned to walk eternally between worlds.. for you are not a human nor a monster a slide in the world of dots, the one with a far worse destiny than any other.. we are giving you what is left of our life to feed your curse, feed it just enough to stop the torment, yet, we will find our passing and you will carry on.
Iir: That is none of my matter, you will have to make it some other way, luck with whatever you are doing here.
Iir crossed the door yet the other side was different.
Iir: Why am i on the ground?
???: you have been sleeping like a baby for hours so i didnt want to wake you up.. sleeping in the middle of the park, who would have thought of that?
Iir: Is someone toying with me? is this a joke?
???: well, it was intended a bit as a joke you know.
from all that was,
to all, that is,