Persalphal Ephordiati Escondisis Ro is dressed in the vestments of a life guard. She cannot know the meaning of these clothes. Her flesh is to new. It is a mockery of the old ways. When we were divided. Before our thoughts mingled in the swim.
Tensor: I detest this but I cannot prevent my body from climaxing repeatedly.
Pinion-Runnel: I am forcing myself to be sick to reduce my arousal.
Tensor: Be careful or you might harm yourself.
Pinion-Runnel: Why do we do this to ourselves? Why do we torture our bodies and minds with the fantasy constructed by the hypnagogues from our misbegotten stone? Why do we inflict the impossible urges upon ourselves?
Tensor: To feel something real.
Pinion-Runnel: This is all we can hope for now.
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