Sommerliches-Tsuyuki

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When a person dies their soul- or whatever passes for a soul depending on your beliefs- lingers for a while. It watches over loved ones and looms over places important or favoured by the now-deceased. Sometimes it does so for a purpose, other times it simply does so to smile down upon the world one last time. That's what we like to call haunting. With each passing day, the soul deteriorates. It begins to split off into many pieces that float about the afterlife before attaching to an unborn child and forming the foundations for a new soul. This is how fast friends and soul-mates are made. The closer your fragment was to another person's the

Pathways. Morals. Teachings. My name is full of meaning; my name is something I cannot even hope to live up to. How can I even think of trying to do so when I find myself so completely lost? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Wake up" says the alarm clock with its incessant beeping. Get up. Get dressed. Get going. A thin arm finds its way out from a mess of bundled sheets. Clumsily, a small hand fumbles around the nightstand, blindly searching for the warbling alarm clock. A soft, muffled groan emits from beneath the sheets. Click. Snooze button. Victory. The arm slides lazily off the nightstand and falls, hanging lazily ov