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Omnomnoms
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Running… a restless soul, a fleeting dream, ever fading in and out of existence.
Recklessly following the unseen her manner has become almost feral.
Some may see her pause for but a second… and for the briefest of moments a semblance of recognition might be seen in her eyes. Others might catch a glimpse of her as she darts past them… racing against a forgotten past ever threatening to catch up with her.
Running… chasing a half forgotten memory.