I envy them, those who cannot see. Those who know not, that they are not. And those who live, blithe and free, sins forgotten and thus absolved. A fresh dawn in their playground, while we live in shadows, swimming in ink.
We are but a fragile dream, a singular weed, resisting. Ever resisting that iron dirt, that eternal Law. Those who cannot see. Those who know not, that they are not... Do you know? We are fellows.

–Alicia Dessendre
COE33

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