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No touch, no voice, silhouette of black, all other senses in lack. Just eternal light. I come to with limbs bound tight in open silk-lined coffin. Space between flight from Eris's explosion into metaclysma and now left unwritten, just as blank. Lights made dim as to not stain my vision with a single face of clergy self-proclaimed caretakers, unworthy to be named.