Tremble; thou art before greatness. No, not I; not any; simply we. We all are greatness, eternity, in song. I sing along to my lone tune though I know the others surround me. Hum-bel-dee, hum-bel-da...

He of greatness approaches a little one who stands afar, oblivious, unfrightened...

Tell us, little one, what is your name?

It's none of your concern, really...but my mother-persona named me Fractalline. Now tell me, old stranger, who might thou be? Open, yet closed...you seen to be of we ghosts. We ghosts...do you have a name, my kind elk-like majesty?

My name is Shinto, and blinded by the ways of the olden days I had been, I now speak with rustic in my voice...

Of course...uncle Shinto, great bearer of heavens unknown, unseen, and...quite foolish, really. Hehe...

May my voice nod to you, young fawn. The dew gleams in your eyes still, there is still hope, that you can be saved...

How do you mean...? Of what use could you have for saving me from the 'hellfire', old timer?

I simply speak for all of us...be young...don't be tainted by the unkind ways of the world...like we all have...

Only time knows my destiny...only time knows my fate...

Farewell, young Frac...

Be safe, you querious, elk-like thing...

Her form is of a silvern maid, forced to serve for her master. As she roams the steps of Gods, she knows she is not alone, but she is more alone than anyone else.

"May the tale of the Ghost Deer live on," she speaks, her voice brittle and caked with age. Out she stutters a few more verbs, but none make any sense to her or the likes around her...she stumbles.

Perfectly-crafted nose in the mud of the silt-filled pond, her mouth opens to let seep in the water hidden in the brown cloak. She wonders if one day she will seep out like that again, like water from the mud, like a maiden from the rubble...

Her antlers are hollow and weak as she moans, her voice a match in strength. Fur petted down against her by every morning's dew, the last days of happiness but an illusion to her. She remembers her sisters, her brothers, her dad...all symbolic yet all true. She knows there lies hope in Fractalline, but how much? How long until her fur seeps into the eternal stay of ghostlihood? How long until she gives up hope like the rest of us? Thoughts lie dim as her blood, seeping through in an eternal crimson red, and yet...the red lies...

She could speak forever as she spies the forest full and filled...

But she knows there is no time, no more...

Her face lies in the mud, buried with time, with hopelessness...

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My color fades onto the floor
Into the pond with unsettling ease
And I am appeased
Or not
As I cry
Bleeding tears
From my real face
My deer face
And my human face
And wonder why
The Gods
The God
The none and the no one
Have cursed me like this
As I stand on broken bone...

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Good news, everyone :3 [/sarcasm]

Seems my original diagnosis was wrong. The Prozac is almost as good as if it wasn't there at this point, all it seems to do is keep me from angering easily. I'm pretty certain that I have Borderline Personality Disorder at this point, but still, waiting eternally to see the Nurse Practitioner again.

Not holding up well, missing the forest, wishing I could be a part of it...:/

Miss you guys...

Sincerely,
~ Anzel

EDIT: Nevermind...thanks for replying, but I was eventually able to find a book for free online. Took a few hours searching, though :x Meep.

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Angels fall and cry
Not unlike the angel that is me

Any of you and any of me
Need to know
See to see
What, specifically?
Ether, everything...
Reality and twitterbugs and flutterbirds and things...

Together with might
O'er hills, may we fall...

My heart aches for answers to the everythings of nothingness
Yet nothingness is everything...it's nothing not at all...

No, this is the truth of which I love by, every day
On edge, on tippy-toe on stone and rock, on tips of toes I'll never have
Tainted by the sour soul my sister-hearted once had
Have I but seen the ghosts of nothingness in the sky
In dreams, in wafts, in my own fatal aura...
Nothingness; quaint and quiet as the night
Going nowhere, and not too fast...
Nothingness, I query thee...
Everything, my bliss to thee...
Sadness seeds and sorrow suffers...
Silly girl in line with cutters
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At least, good for me --- back-up server will be up until tomorrow.

Fwee.

I hope and pray and beg and squee that I'll be able to get in and play with some of you today. Wish me luck ^^;

Since Anzel has bad luck with these things...I'm letting Nurra try and get in instead x3;; Then I'll change to Zelly.

I hope everyone had fun at the Abio!!!

A. You're not being patient enough in waiting for the server to connect

B. There's apparently a limit of 100 people for the back-up server...and there are about that many people in. This might be why. Keep trying, though, don't give up that easily!!!

C. You don't have version 3.21 downloaded. To download it, click on Game Info at the top of the page and find the place to download it.

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Just thought I'd help clear up any confusion, these might be reasons why you're not getting in.

Back-up server back-up server back-up server OMGGGGGGGGGGGG

SPLLEEEEEEEEE

WISH ME LUCK, ZELLY'S GONNA TRY AND GET IN!!!

Didn't this error thing happen once before when they added the bubbles and flowers and such? Maybe they're doing something like that :3

EDIT: Tadaa. Theory proven...BUBBLES! <3

Just close and re-open TEF, and you'll see candles and you can moo bubbles and fwee <3

Very mournful are my crystalline eyes
In which I bat at dandelions
Of origins I'm not concerned...
Let away the seed, but still their shadows
Evil as the light of dawn
Nay removes the pain, and solely leaves
Tears dripping down my face like blood

Anyone who sees me now...
No one is their name and tune
Day brings birds, and none too soon

Racketing my bleeding eardums
Always twit'ring with a vengance
Get away you stupid birds
End this racket and let me sleep
For not yet has my mother come
Understand this, little bird...
Life is delicate, and so are bird bones...if you doth know what I mean.