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it left his head spinning and vision edging to near darkness , lungs failed him , cracking under the pressure and weight of star - imbued entropy . he always stumbled and fell , not that it mattered , this was just normal to orias at this point . every collision and splatter of color across his vision , it was nothing more than routine . the weak feeling in his legs and the chill that danced its way along each vertebrae of his spine , the fog that danced in star imbued thoughts , flashing neurons within hazy clouds .

he jolted as his legs finally gave out from under him , right on time , but it didn't hurt like he assumed it would , his knees and calves didn't meet with hard cracked stone . instead soft grains of sand shifted beneath him , catching him in his nebula laced daze and he realized he made it to the shores somehow .

azure eyes shifted upwards , finding that the reds and golds have shifted into something deeper , more intimate . a canvas of purples and reds , dustings of gold and deep magentas slotted along the horizon . it made him wonder where he laid among that spectrum , did he even belong there and eyes shifted to the clear waters . misting as the waves rolled over and kissed the sands in a fleeting but ever so energetic meeting .

[color=#8246a6]" how -- how lovely . . ." he murmured , settling into the sands , making the decision to watch the sun finish saying its goodbye . disappearing under the horizon like a vagabond , a vagrant forever faithful to the move , the adventure that the next day brought .

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[b]I FEEL THE COLD IN MY BONES , ALL THOUGHTS ARE LEAVING ME
[i]I FEEL THE WEIGHT ON MY CHEST , CAN'T KEEP MY EYES OPEN ANYMORE
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and you don't believe me . intro , open
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