Small songbird perched atop a ghostly pale finger.
A slight smile on black lips hearing its song. So sweet, so soulful.
It makes her feel some kind of sentimental.
Just stories in the end. Hm.
Iโve been called that before, but itโs never sounded so much like a compliment.
Is there something youโd like me to call you?
Iโve never been a fan of pre-determination myself.
I find that more easy to follow than I am comfortable with. And yes, as much as any personification of the concept would be.
A different face for a different place is what I perceive.
Not really a notion if itโs the plan, yeah?
Oh, that. Iโm me, and sheโs me. Iโm also the guy the cloak. Weโre all the same, just different fonts, I guess.
And weโre all abstract.
A hopeful notion.
Donโt make me spell out the obvious, I wouldnโt insult your intelligence that way. Youโre her. But youโre not /my/ version of her.
You seem a bit moreโฆ abstract.
Then we will see each other when the last light dims and life abandons all. Perhaps youโll be allowed to claim me at last then.
Amusing, but you know my meaning. You and I should not be talking, yet we are.
Well, we all head towards one end. Whether we want to or not, a hundred years from now or longer.
As for how weโre meeting, well, youโre standing there and Iโm standing here. Itโs not so different from meeting anyone else.
An interesting way to describe her. One Iโm sure sheโd disagree with.
Itโs true, the duality of that scale is no different than many others but I find myself skewed toward one end.
You are familiar to me yet entirely unknown. A name seems a trifling thing to ask, so instead โ
Bah! Youโve got me all wrong! Iโm not some sinister ghoul in an oversized cloak just itching to collect souls.
Iโm as involved with life as I am with death. Two sides of the same coin, you know? Always connected.