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"Tell it to remember me."
The Shifting Mound addresses my hero with a cold, and curt tone. She relays my request to our other half. Then she reassures it that it will, in fact, forget me. I feel arms wrap around me.
They are my sisters' arms.
They are strangers' arms.
They are comfort.
They are harm.
They are gentle.
They are cruel.
Fractals of myself and myself alone.
My hero, my other half, is nowhere to be found.
I search for one who completes me.
I am one who completes her.
The Shifting Mound is who I am... right...?