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North's grey-blue slate coloured eyes opened slowly, half of his face pressed to the paper-covered desk. He sat up in the swivel chair and rubbed his head with a paw sore from writing, further ruffling his static tabby fur.
If he knew anything, he knew that he was going to fail these exams. His mind had been blank for days, steady sessions of revision slipping through his paws like dry sand.
The equations and formulae that had once been second nature to him were now a foreign language. He had never been this confused before in his life.
He looked to the window and then to his alarm clock. -03:12- flashed the display.
The sky was dark and no stars shone, the moon obscured by the clouds.
The trees were completely still, lit by the orange glow of a streetlight a few feet from the furthest reaching leaves.
He sighed quietly, and returned to his notes. The paper was blank and bleak.
Pain shot up his legs as he stretched them under the desk, North did all he could to hol
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Viracocha melts waters unlike those it rose from, making waves of out of metal oceans to overtake the current south, re-steel, re-take, tech-mechs the entire south into neo-Machu Picchu, cyberpunk music moulding, reshaping old society into an new age, iron dynasty, fresh coat for an old, ancient look. The coattails of Quetzalcoatl if he were a modern man pull together the merge of future and long passed past..techno temples and the like.
SolaceShe never slept well in the dark,
not without the children of the sun and moon
to guide her weary lids home.
Guided by the aftermath, she was always two steps behind.
What did the world look like to the girl who had been through it all?
Braved the heaviest of storms,
yet skipping over cracks in the pavement.
They said her eyes were the wisps of clouds before the storm.
To him they were reflections of pages overlooked.
She said it was like she lived the life of someone she had never met.
Laid out to dry, yesterdays news.
He knew her as the girl who was built to never collapse.
He wished he was too.
He loved her more than words could say, and yet her pain was such,
that at times, he feared she wouldn’t make it.
But on nights like these, even when it threatened to consume her,
he became convinced that somehow she would.
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