IX
Fly
.
The wind.
It flowed.
.
The sand. The dunes. The earth.
All ran beneath me.
.
I could not feel it. Nor, would I.
.
Hollows, they screamed at me.
.
Their jealousy. Their greed. Their hunger.
Their want.
.
I did not want what I had. I could not.
.
A hand. A claw. A weapon.
It took another life.
.
It's "want" joined the "void".
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My void.
.
My nothingness.
.
I flew on.
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Playing with style. Ulquiorra as a Vasto Lorde.
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-Quin
