SUMMARY: Where does technology end and magic begin? Kaiba thought he needed a duel. Atem thought he needed to help Kaiba accept the inevitable. But neither stopped to ask themselves what "closure" means in a world where wish fulfillment is possible. And both forgot that when you chase after something so desperately, you run the risk of losing sight of just what it is that you're longing for. Set at the end of The Dark Sides of Dimensions.
TIMELINE: This story starts the moment the movie, "The Dark Side of Dimensions" ends. Kaiba travels to the after-life, or the Netherworld as it's referred to in the manga prequel, "Transcend Game." As Kaiba strides into Atem's duel room, mysterious black particles flowing off his body, the pharaoh stands to greet him and the movie ends. This story is an attempt to explore what happens next. However, this story stands on its own. You don't need to have seen the movie to (hopefully) enjoy my story. If at any time, information from the manga or the movie are relevant, I will provide the relevant information in a Manga Note or a Dark Side of Dimensions (DSoD) Note.
As this story is based on the Yu-Gi-Oh! manga and on the subtitled version of Dark Side of Dimensions, events from the anime, including the Noa's Arc, DOMA and Grand Prix, do not exist in this story.
DARK SIDE OF DIMENSIONS and TRANSCEND GAME NOTE: Transcend Game is a two part manga prequel to the movie. Kaiba is developing a system that will allow duelists to link their collective consciousness. While testing it and attempting to leave our dimension, he sees a vision of Atem and tries to follow it. He also sees a vision of Kisara. Mokuba stops the project before Kaiba dies in his attempt to cross into Atem's dimension.
In Dark Side of Dimensions, Kaiba creates a holographic avatar of Atem in his computer lab to duel. When Kaiba wins the duel, he realizes that creating a hologram isn't enough and excavates the pieces of the Puzzle (thereby turning the favorite motif of dozens of prideshipping fanfics into canon!) hoping to reassemble the Puzzle and force Atem to Earth to duel him. This goes about as well as you'd expect. Both he and Yugi end up fighting the antagonist, Diva, and a reincarnated version of Yami Bakura/Zorc.
NETHERWORLD NOTE: In Transcend Game, they refer to the world Atem leaves for after the Ceremonial Duel at the end of Yu-Gi-Oh! as the Netherworld. I used that name here because I like the way it emphasizes Atem's world as existing in another dimension.
Thanks to Kazuki Takahashi for creating such vibrant characters and continuing his story with Dark Sides of Dimensions.
NOTE: Creator chooses not to use archive warnings.
CHAPTER 1: DENYING ORPHEUS
DENIAL: Orpheus travels all the way to the Underworld to reclaim his wife, only to lose her by glancing back too soon. Half a world away, Izanagi undertakes a parallel mission in search of his own wife, Izanami. Two stories of trying to find lost loves, two stories about trying to bring them back. Two failures. Two stories among a sea of tales and no matter how fantastical the setting, they end the same way: with order restored, with reality firmly triumphant.
And yet... we're the story-tellers and the story listeners. Are these really the endings that we, in our heart of hearts, crave? Who do we want to see emerge triumphant – Orpheus or Death? Even as we accept the ending as correct and just, don't we secretly yearn to see Orpheus return to the sunlight with Eurydice? To see him cradle his wife in his arms, cup her face in his hands, look deeply and freely into her eyes before closing his own, not in death or horror, but simply as the prelude to a kiss.
MORAL: We're the ones in the driver's seat. So why not tell stories where the impossible happens? Why not, in the privacy of our own imaginations, choose what we truly want, rather than settle for what we can get?
Seto Kaiba fell out of the sky. He landed on his feet as always. Kaiba scanned the barren sands, crossed his arms and snorted, unimpressed. He could have designed a better Netherworld in his sleep. That settled, he measured the distance to the palace and began striding towards his destination. He'd wound up a bit farther away than planned, but he still had enough time for the walk and a duel. He picked up his pace. The particles streaming off his arms and back were a reminder that he didn't belong here, that his time in this world was limited. Kaiba grinned. Domino had been sending him the same message for years and he'd ended up running the show.
As Kaiba neared his goal, he forced his game face on just long enough to make it to the throne room. But by the time he was facing Atem, a smile had stolen its way back. He'd done it.
Atem rose up to greet his guest. He was familiar with Kaiba's gloating smirk, with his triumphant grin, with his slightly unhinged laugh – the one fueled by a mix of adrenaline, rage and rivalry. But there was something different about Kaiba, today. For the first time, his smile was joyous as well.
… And of course, Kaiba's duel disk was already on his arm. Atem couldn't resist rolling his eyes at his rival as a smile started to dawn on his own face.
"Did you think I wouldn't be able to track you down?" Kaiba asked, his arm thrust out as if his duel disk was a weapon or a shield. He took a couple of steps forward, his heels clattering on the stone floor. Kaiba noticed the differences between the other Yugi he remembered and the pharaoh standing before him. He'd discounted them as swiftly. This was his rival. This was the man he'd come all this way to duel. His blood heated at the thought, just as it always did around Atem.
The guards stood straighter, evaluating this new and unexpected threat. They tightened their grips on their spears. Atem gestured with his hand, waving them off. They shouldered their weapons and filed from the room. Atem's councilors followed. Mahaad looked back at the door but left when Atem nodded.
Atem turned back to Kaiba. He shook his head at his rival and said, "I was going to ask what took you so long. I've been waiting for you. My only question was whether you'd do it with or without the Millennium Cube."
"I came on my own power using my own technology," Kaiba announced, gesturing with his duel disk again.
Atem nodded. "I would expect no less of you. And now that you're here..."
"Now that there's nowhere left for you to run, you mean? You know what I came for," Kaiba interrupted, his familiar scowl reappearing for the first time.
Back in Domino, Atem would have responded with a taunt of his own. Now, even his sigh was inward. After a pause he asked, "Do you? People have chased the Millennium Items throughout the ages. They believed possessing one granted you a wish of the heart. Does your technology do the same?"
Kaiba closed his eyes. What would he wish for? What had he wished for? "To see you," he thought. "Wishes aren't real," he answered instead.
Atem snorted. "What am I, then?"
"You're real enough to duel."
Atem laughed. He'd almost forgotten how alive Kaiba was. Then he scanned Kaiba's face again and frowned. Kaiba was less angry than Atem remembered, but his rage had been replaced by sadness. The change was unacceptable. "How are you?" he asked.
"I'm here. That's how I am. How about you? Still dead?"
"I'm fine."
"Yeah. Yugi told me. You're fine," Kaiba scoffed. Throughout the years, Kaiba had often told himself (and everyone else within earshot) that he was fine; he'd learned to distrust the words.
"I wouldn't lie to Yugi!" Atem shouted. He took a couple of steps until he was facing Kaiba, standing dueling distance apart in the empty room.
"It's not the truth, either," Kaiba countered. "People say 'I'm fine' when they want to end the conversation. Otherwise they go on about every stupid thing they're thinking or feeling. But you're not telling me the color of the drapes in your little Netherworld palace. You were pretty glib about wishes of the heart a minute ago." Kaiba waved his arm around the palace hall. "Was this yours?"
"Kaiba, this is my home, now. And in case you haven't noticed, it doesn't have drapes."
"That's not an answer."
Atem laughed. A note of bitterness ran through it. "I've missed you." Atem's familiar smirk slid back into place. "Are you going to gloat now that I've admitted it?"
Kaiba frowned. "Don't mock me or I'll pack up right now and go home." He held a breath waiting for Atem's answer.
"I wasn't. I won't. Not in this. Why did you risk your life this way?"
Kaiba grinned. "I'm fine."
"It was still a risk – and not one I would have wanted you to face. If I had a wish, it's that you would have forgotten me the moment I left. Why did you do this?"
Kaiba glared at Atem. Admitting, "I don't know," was unacceptable. And Kaiba realized that the words, "I don't know," could describe any aspect of this whole fantastical journey. He'd had to do this. He'd never stopped moving long enough to put a name to the force riding him.
"Why are you here, Kaiba?" The question was gentle, soft enough to answer.
"You know why I came. I told you back at Alcatraz that our road of battle continued. You agreed."
"Aaaahhhhh," Atem sighed. "Then let's duel."
Atem looked around, suddenly aware that he didn't have a duel disk. He looked hungrily at Kaiba's. He didn't need a duel disk, not here, but he missed it all the same.
Kaiba closed his eyes a minute in concentration. A second duel disk, identical to the one on Kaiba's arm appeared in front of Atem. Kaiba grinned in satisfaction. It was based on the same principle as his holographic deck. But seeing it here, large as life, was amazing. He spent another moment staring at it proudly, then drew himself up to his full height, looked down at Atem across the expanse and said, "Go ahead. Pick it up. When you put it on, you'll be connected to my duel links system. It will let you recreate your deck from memory, without needing physical cards."
Atem took a step forward. "Is it real?"
"Isn't it a little late in the day for that particular question?" Kaiba replied.
Atem chuckled and picked it up, sighing in satisfaction as the familiar weight settled on his arm. For a moment he could almost believe that his palace was one of Kaiba's holograms, that they were both back in Domino, that everything that had happened since was the illusion.
"Are you ready to lose?" Kaiba called out.
Atem enjoyed laughing in Kaiba's face. He watched his opponent's posture stiffen still further in response. "Are you sure about that?"
Kaiba snorted in place of a reply, barely hiding the thrill that shot through him at Atem's trademark retort. Kaiba set his opening card with a flourish. It was the Hitosame Giant… the first card Kaiba had ever played against Atem.
Atem smiled and set Winged Dragon, Guardian of the Fortress in response, answering Kaiba with his own initial card as well. "Let's see how far we've evolved since that day."
"I've waited for this. I've fought and schemed just to get to this moment. I've gone to bed and woken up dreaming of facing you, of seeing battle-fire light your eyes one last time. And now… it finally ends here." Kaiba grinned at Atem, a smile that surprised the other duelist with its pure happiness. "I'm glad that our end starts with our beginning."
"If this is truly to be a path of memories, should I expect to see Saggi and your Crush Card close at hand?" Atem teased.
"My Crush Card is of no use in this duel. I want to beat you with my strength, not by cutting you down to size." Kaiba slowly scanned Atem from head to toe. He smirked. "Which in your case is short enough."
They played a few turns in the charged silence that always characterized their mid-game. After several exchanges of monsters, Atem said, "Krystal Dragon followed by Assault Wyvern. Your dragon fetish has grown worse."
Kaiba grunted.
"You're playing more trap cards, too. You used to use them much more sparingly," Atem observed.
Kaiba grunted again.
"I thought you came here to talk?" Atem quizzed.
"I came here to duel."
Atem's mocking grin resurfaced, but it was gentler than it had been in Domino, warmed by the desert sun. "Isn't that the same thing?"
Kaiba shrugged. A smile tugged at his lips, demanding entrance.
"Trap cards…" Yami continued, "the most unpredictable cards in a deck, the ones that change the rules in midstream. Is your embrace of them a new strategy for controlling the uncontrollable... or have you finally learned to accept that there are some things even your fierce determination cannot change?"
"If I valued acceptance I wouldn't be here."
Atem's smile was impish. "Touché."
They returned to the game, to the shared silence that hid how acutely each was aware of the other. In unspoken agreement, they surrendered to the intensity that flowed through the duel like a living current, letting it pull them along in its wake… their hands flashing in a dance of parry and retreat, tapping out a staccato beat with each draw, their breaths quickening and slowing in unison, moving to the rhythm of an unseen drum.
Neither gained an advantage.
"Not as easy as you boasted it would be," Atem observed.
"Who wants easy? I'm going to savor this," Kaiba replied, knowing that he wasn't just talking about his impending win, but the rush of the duel itself. "If I could, I'd freeze time, so we could stay here, locked in combat forever."
"I wish you could." Atem closed his eyes. "Please, let this last as long as possible." It was a whispered invocation. Atem drew in a breath, released it and opened his eyes. It would be so quiet when Kaiba left.
Kaiba flashed his knife-edged grin. "I plan to draw this out until you're begging for mercy, until every card reminds you of all you're missing in this paradise of yours."
Atem laughed. "You're the one who traveled to the Netherworld looking for a duel. I'm curious to see what you've got. So far, your strategy of trying to bulldoze everyone and everything in your path is ridiculously familiar. You're going to need more than that to take me down."
Kaiba growled in response. Atem leaned into the half-feral sound, as if he could breathe it in. No one else taunted and threatened him. No one else made his breath catch with that exact combination of annoyance and excitement. Kaiba was an ache that he had one last chance to ease. Kaiba was a rasp under his skin that he had one last chance to exorcise for both their sakes. Kaiba was an invitation to a brawl and Atem had one last chance to throw himself into the fray.
"Enough dancing around. You asked what I wished for, earlier?" Atem hissed back. "I want this duel to echo through eternity. I want everything from you. I want to bare as much. I want to fight as we've always fought – no quarter asked or given – and then walk away calmed and at peace." Atem paused at Kaiba's sharp intake of breath. He waited a beat, listening to the sound of Kaiba's softly sighed exhale, before adding in a voice that was lower, but no less intense, "I want to see the mask that you wear shiver and break. I want to see you driven to your knees, helpless to hide the man inside, as you turn over the last card for the last time."
Kaiba's eyes flashed at that. "Dream on, pharaoh! Seeing you was my last thought at night, my first upon waking. It was the air I breathed, the food I pushed aside. But if you think that means that I will ever be helpless, especially before you, especially now that you've gone, especially here in this place I crossed dimensions to find, then you've forgotten everything you ever knew about me."
"Except how to beat you."
Kaiba laughed. "As usual, you're living in the past. Our history starts today with my victory."
Atem didn't respond to Kaiba's boast, suddenly sobered by the reminder that their history would end today as well.
They played a couple of turns in silence. Reality had outpaced even Kaiba's eidetic memory. He'd never felt as caught, as breathless before, too ensnared in the present to spare a thought for the future that was racing closer with each shared heartbeat. And each repeated round of clash and counter, each battle of wills, added to the tension, until every nerve was quivering, a string instrument played by a master hand. Kaiba looked across at Atem, at the pharaoh's heightened color, at the gleam in his eyes that no computer programmed hologram – even one of his own design – could match.
Atem's breath came faster and faster as each card fell. Even paradise would look a little grayer tomorrow, compared to this. Atem stared at Kaiba, willing himself to remember every detail… the grace and power of Kaiba's monsters… the way Kaiba himself was never dwarfed by even the mightiest of them, how Kaiba outshone the illusion of light that brightened the throne room, how he looked more solid, more real, more vibrantly alive in a palace built for those that had left, as if any dimension was too narrow to contain his boundless energy.
Kaiba played Pot of Greed, drew two cards and grinned. Atem had seen his lesser dragons… now it was time to bring the duel home. It was time to get what he'd come for. With a sweep of his arm, he activated Polymerization, fusing the three Blue Eyes White Dragons in his hand to summon Neo Blue-Eyes Ultimate Dragon. Three dragons shot straight into the air growing larger and brighter, twining in and around each other until they merged into his newest ultimate creation. She took the field, as eager as her owner to attack.
Kaiba threw back his head and laughed. Atem drank in the sound.
"You talked of evolution earlier?" Kaiba asked. "Behold the proof of how far I've come! See how my dragon reaches for the sky, held back no longer by fear or anger."
Atem stared at Kaiba's latest dragon, at Kaiba standing below it, glittering blue and white, rising out of the shadow cast by his monster. Kaiba's words thrilled Atem, left him shaking with pride that his own words to Kaiba in the ruins of Alcatraz had borne such fruit.
"Beautiful," Atem breathed. "This is the clash we've both been waiting for. Are you ready?"
"Bring it," Kaiba snarled, teeth bared, his breath coming in quick pants as if he'd already been struck.
"I promise. I will give you all you came for and more." Atem looked at Silver Fang, the sole monster he had on the field. He bent down and patted the wolf, amazed at the soft feel of fur on his fingers. Atem drew his next card and played Dark Magic Veil, drawing his life points down to the mere hundreds to summon the Dark Magician. It felt odd to call the card that held a sliver of Mahaad's soul into this battle, but how could it end any other way?
He looked down at the wolf again. "Thank you, my friend," he said as he played Magical Dimension. Silver Fang disappeared in a puff of smoke as the Dark Magician Girl bounced into the room, irrepressible as Mana herself.
Kaiba stared in disbelief. The last time his dragon had met Atem's magicians in battle, he'd been in his computer lab, playing by himself, trying to trick himself into believing in his own illusion. He drew in a breath and shook his head. He looked across the dueling field. Then he smiled. This was his rival. This was his duel. This was real. It was everything he wanted, everything he'd launched himself across dimensions to gain.
Atem played one final spell card, allowing his monsters to attack. "It's time to duel!" he yelled. "Double Magician's Attack!"
"Don't underestimate me!" Kaiba roared.
Atem stared at him, mouth open. "Sometimes you miss the point so thoroughly I have to wonder how you manage to do it. I have never underestimated you. Not once. Not when you were in a coma. Not at any time since."
Kaiba exhaled. Atem's response reached deep into some secret place inside of Kaiba, spread balm on a wound that Kaiba hadn't realized he had carried until its ache had eased. In his computer lab, he'd programmed dozens of responses Atem could make, but Atem's words rang truer than any of his imagining.
Kaiba straightened his already erect posture. He was ready for whatever happened next. "You must realize that this will be your final turn. This is the end, Atem," Kaiba said, naming his rival for the first and last time in their duel.
Atem smirked. "Are you sure about that?"
Kaiba's tongue flickered over his lips, his throat was suddenly dry. The familiar challenge felt oddly like a caress… or a farewell.
Atem turned over Dimension Reflector.
Kaiba stared at Atem's card, eyes wide as though he'd already lost. He glanced at his face down card – Enhanced Counter – the same card that had lain in front of him in his computer lab. By some ridiculous, random coincidence – or what Atem would probably refer to as fate – they'd managed to recreate the finals moments of the holographic duel he'd had with the false Atem in his computer lab back in Domino.
"I win, Kaiba," Atem said quietly as he called his attack.
Kaiba laughed then played his trap card. He didn't care that he was about to lose. This was what he'd come for. He wanted to know what the real Atem would have done, what strategy beyond Kaiba's imagining he would come up with to turn certain defeat into unimaginable victory, to prove himself even greater than Kaiba could have dreamed.
Kaiba watched as the Dark Magician and his apprentice blasted his mighty beast. The smoke cleared. His dragon rose up in glory. Kaiba crossed his arms, leaned back and waited for Atem to mount his inevitable counter-attack, the one that would leave Kaiba shaken, and – as Atem had predicted – on his knees.
His dragon unsheathed her hyper ultimate blast, burst of white and blue lightning pouring from each of her three mouths.
Kaiba stared in disbelief. Atem hadn't countered his move. It was over. He'd won.
Kaiba's face turned ashen. He suppressed a flash of anger, of outrage almost. It wasn't supposed to be like this. His voice was so devoid of emotion that Atem wondered which of them was no longer among the living as Kaiba said, "Damn you."
"Kaiba! What is it? You've won."
Kaiba ignored him. He stared at the empty space between them, half expecting the throne room to disappear, dumping him back at Kaiba Corporation or in his bed at home... waiting for this to turn out to be just another hallucination. He looked at his arm. The steady tick of particles rising from his form, racing back to his world, reassured him. "In my test lab…" Kaiba said slowly, "I defeated you with this card."
"What are you talking about? We've never dueled in your lab!" Atem said.
Kaiba shook his head impatiently. "Not you. The dueling avatar I created from my memories of you."
"Oh… Kaiba…" Atem whispered.
The words were spoken so softly, they barely reached Kaiba; it was hard to tell if they registered. "I played this card to win that duel. I was sure that once we met for real, you'd have an answer for it, one beyond my understanding."
Atem drew his next card. Counter-Counter appeared. He held it up. "I did. Once again, I was too late. Time is on your side, Kaiba, not mine."
Kaiba shook his head, still stunned, as shaken and lost by his victory as he'd been after each defeat.
"You've won," Atem repeated.
"I'm your equal," Kaiba replied.
"You always were. I've told you that before."
"I've never believed it before."
Atem held Kaiba's gaze. "It was good to duel you again."
It was starting to sink in. He'd done it. It was over. Kaiba frowned.
"Kaiba?" Atem asked, turning his rival's name into a question. Atem had been prepared for gloating. He'd been ready to let Kaiba rub his victory in Atem's face, to grant Kaiba a winner's due, just as Kaiba had heard him out when they'd stood above the rubble of Alcatraz in their last duel. "You've surprised me again. I expected you to boast..."
"I know. I did too," Kaiba answered, hands still hanging loosely at his side.
Kaiba knew how he was supposed to feel: triumphant or satisfied or something beyond empty. He'd come all this way to prove to Atem – to prove to himself – that he was Atem's equal, that he was capable of change, that he'd grown past the man who'd stood on the top of his Duel Tower at Alcatraz and watched his dragons die.
And now all that was left was letting go of their rivalry… and of Atem.
Kaiba had traded away so many things. Even more had been wrested from his grasp no matter how tightly he'd tried to hold on. He'd never had to let anything go, before.
But Yami was still standing, staring at him, and his eyes had always been too penetrating. "Well…" Kaiba said awkwardly. "I guess this is good-bye. We didn't get to say that before."
Atem answered, "I couldn't, before. Without a duel it would have been meaningless, anyway. Neither of us would have believed in it. Whatever you needed, please take it home with you. Live a good life, Kaiba."
It was impossible for Kaiba, even though he was limiting himself to stolen glances, to mistake the sadness and regret in Atem's face. "At his late date, are you still daring to pity me?" he snarled.
Atem laughed at that. "Thank you for missing the point one last time. My sadness isn't for your benefit, but my own. I will miss you, Seto Kaiba," he repeated.
Kaiba smiled briefly. He nodded in acknowledgement and swept out, wanting to be out of sight before he disappeared, needing to be the one to break eye contact first.
Everything had gone according to Kaiba's plan. And nothing had.
Now that he was safely out of the palace, Kaiba watched dispassionately as the particles that made up his body kept fleeing this world for his own, their rate of escape accelerating. Soon he'd be back in his space station. He'd be riding down in his space elevator. Mokuba was waiting.
Atem stood, staring at the doorway, long after Kaiba had left his throne room. It was strange knowing Kaiba that was disappearing, not just from view, but from his world as well. That he'd never see his rival again. It had been true in Egypt, when he'd left without a word. It seemed even more final, now.
Mahaad came back into the chamber. "At least it's over."
"Yes." Atem sighed.
"You can relax. You've been on edge for weeks awaiting his arrival, my prince."
"Atem."
Mahaad bowed. "As you wish."
"And this is the perfect place for relaxing, for letting go of the world beyond our borders," Atem said slowly. The immediate thought that followed, "...or at least it should be," remained unspoken. Atem walked into the courtyard. Mahaad followed like a second shadow. Atem sat next to an ornamental pool and watched the fish. It reminded him of the koi ponds in the Domino parks.
"This is a fitting reward for a life of strife," Mahaad noted. He glanced at the pharaoh. "It is the end, isn't it?"
Atem nodded. He kept his voice calm as he stared at the fish circling in their oval prison. "Kaiba won't be back. He's won. He's gotten whatever he came for." Atem leaned down and ruffled the smooth surface of the water. He watched the ripples fade away in silence. He'd accomplished his final mission. He'd helped Kaiba find the peace he was looking for. Why was that so hard to remember? "When I first came to this Netherworld, I'd wondered why my high priest wasn't here to greet me."
"How could he be here when he walks the earth?" Mahaad asked. "Seto was born anew. He grew as the gods willed. One life cannot dictate the next."
"Do you think, when his life has once again reached its end that he will rejoin us here?"
"Who knows what the fates have in store for him? Perhaps, if he accepts this place as his destiny."
Atem looked down. His lips twisted into a frown. "The answer is, 'no,' then. He is truly gone."
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Thanks to Bnomiko for agreeing to beta this story – and for coming up with the title, "A River in Egypt." I can't express how much your encouragement and friendship means to me.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I loved Dark Side of Dimensions. It was so exciting to get a new Yu-Gi-Oh! story after so many years, and one that focused on Kaiba and his reaction to Atem's leaving was icing on the cake. It was a deeply heartfelt look at grief and the different reactions to loss. I really loved how open the ending was, and how no matter your interpretation of it, you could find something in the movie to feel satisfy it.
And of course, I couldn't resist exploring what I think happened next.
In addition to Bnomiko, I'd like to thank Splintered Star, Rainstormcolors, The Cryptographic_Delurk, Dueling Destiny and so many of the friends I've made online for listening to me try to sort out just what story I was telling.
Posting the first chapter of a story always makes me nervous, because I live with both the story and my own doubts about it for so long, and then the comes the point where you have to let people read it or pretend you never started writing it at all. This should be a simple decision, but it's one I always feel anxious about.
One of my favorite quotes, is the line from Dune: "Beginnings are such delicate times." I find this true for stories, and I'd love to know what you think of this beginning. Please comment.
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