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you know who you are. no more time, not like 1. way too specific.

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.


but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos