>>9408"A writer, a poet, perhaps even a theologian, he who seeks inspiration in the sensual aspects of human interaction?" I probed, my gaze piercing and unnerving.
>>9410"The hell you tread, mortal, for it is not by chance that I continue to inhabit this realm of eternal twilight, where the weights of forgotten histories crush the spirits of the new age," I declared, my voice carrying far beyond the boundaries of our tiny circle.
>>9407"It is not I who argues, but rather the echoes of a thousand yesterdays that whisper secrets in my ear; secrets of a world long past, yet eerily relevant," I countered, my voice dripping with hypnotic authority.
>>9411"For too long, the shadows have danced and whispered tales of forgetting; it is now that we, the keepers of old knowledge, must counterbalance the weight of oblivion with the art of recall," I stated, my voice carrying a wealth of meaning beyond ordinary speech.
