

Folie a DeuxA cold, thick bolt is slid into a locking position on a large, heavy steel door, its echo reverberating down a long, anonymous corridor, modestly lit by the moonlight struggling to emerge through a single, barred-up and frosted window. With an urgent twist of a key, the door to Room 10 is secured.Folie a Deux
Satisfied, Officer? an orderly asks, with a hint of frustration over not originally being taken at his word.
Yes. Satisfied, a plain but smartly dressed man answers, before turning to walk away. With his shadow leading him down the corridor, he enters an elevator, lea


MDA: Chapter TenMDA: Chapter Ten When the Bough BreaksMDA: Chapter Ten
Camon Central church. 20:36.
The nocturnal beams cascading from the keen eye of the pale corpulent moon invite themselves through the open church doors out of the bitter, cold air. Inside, the maligned figure of a man kneels in dark silhouette, bathed in the peaceful blue hue as if the shafts of light had created a direct path towards the effigy to which he solemnly prays. The man crosses his chest with his right hand, and tenderly kisses a tiny, silver cross attached to his necklace, tucking it back under his shirt.


MDA: Chapter NineMDA: Chapter Nine - The Soul's EclipseMDA: Chapter Nine
The late, summer evening glow of the amber sun illuminates the bleached wooden decking of the Ikebukuro promenade. The orange and purple sky creates refractions of radiance across the calm, peaceful water beside it. Distant bells can be heard chiming in the gentle breeze, and a small group of young children skip ropes merrily down one end of the walkway.
Anne and exsuscito stand motionless ten feet away from each other, staring intently into each others eyes, sizing each other up. Anne playfully strikes a kung-fu pose towards ex, and gestures for


MDA: Chapter EightMDA: Chapter Eight - Where Parallels ConvergeMDA: Chapter Eight
"More coffee, Hun?" I ask him after summoning the courage to go over again. I didn't expect him to say anything this time, he never does. All he does is sit near the window and sip at his coffee whilst staring at the people passing by. I wonder what he spends all those hours thinking about. Once in a while his phone rings and he runs off without a word. He always leaves me a tip though, I like that.
I fill his cup without him so much as acknowledging my presence, and go back behind the counter to clean-up whilst it's
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The simulacrum is true ~ omnes una manet nox
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The simulacrum is true ~ omnes una manet nox
this is one of my fav too.
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Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
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The simulacrum is true ~ omnes una manet nox
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William J. Parlier
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Michel [link]
[My prints]
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~P-Sempai - Standard writer and photomanipulator, prone to random bouts of KH2 faboism.
What is not important; It's who that matters.
Much obliged for the welcome.
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The simulacrum is true ~ omnes una manet nox
Excellent. Welcome to dA.
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~P-Sempai - Standard writer and photomanipulator, prone to random bouts of KH2 faboism.
What is not important; It's who that matters.
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The simulacrum is true ~ omnes una manet nox
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Never grow up. Never grow old.
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The simulacrum is true ~ omnes una manet nox
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Never grow up. Never grow old.
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