Crowsong/Conversations
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Welcome
Crowsong
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| [2] I am =name=. Who are you? | |
| [3] Why are you hiding in the bush? | |
| [4] Your twinblades are works of art. Where did you get them? | |
| [5] Live and drink. | [End] |
Dots
Crowsong
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| [2] I am =name=. Who are you? | |
| [3] Why are you hiding in the bush? | |
| [4] Your twinblades are works of art. Where did you get them? | |
| [5] Live and drink. | [End] |
Who
Crowsong
Crowsong, Deathwonder, a colony of ants eating me, the leaves, the light, and there on....
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| [2] Why are you hiding in the bush? | |
| [3] Your twinblades are works of art. Where did you get them? | |
| [4] Live and drink. | [End] |
Hiding
Crowsong
Hiding, no. Being grass. The feeling of animate being. Radiate inward like a turned out star.
| [1] Why are you here, in Kyakukya? | |
| [2] ... | |
| [3] I am =name=. Who are you? | |
| [4] Your twinblades are works of art. Where did you get them? | |
| [5] Live and drink. | [End] |
Kyakukya
Crowsong
Death is the color of everything but sometimes it waves in bright ribbons, like here. The whittlers weigh their passing goods, and the walls are corpse eaters.
| [1] ... | |
| [2] I am =name=. Who are you? | |
| [3] Why are you hiding in the bush? | |
| [4] Your twinblades are works of art. Where did you get them? | |
| [5] Live and drink. | [End] |
Swords
Crowsong
Tugged from the claws of one who had become a cord in time's silly carpet. I outrooted the hilts and sheathed the blades, and now I am he. I still have the nail dirt.
| [1] ... | |
| [2] I am =name=. Who are you? | |
| [3] Why are you hiding in the bush? | |
| [4] Live and drink. | [End] |