Cold Embrace (Open)

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    It so often had been said to Sanbu that it did good to revisit previously seen locations. Though change constantly persisted through specific sights and settings the most noteworthy thing to remark upon was the change within one's self. Things did not quite look the same anymore despite how familiar they were. Feelings were all the more developed and warped given the passage of time, to perceive matters as they had been previously would simply not happen. He was close to home but as far as he had ever been before. With a pipe in hand, Sanbu stared at what lay miles ahead of him in every direction. Snow and nothing more and yet it still did not seem the same. Sat upon a freezing alpine stone, the Majin gave regard to the sky above him.


    Smoking but a mere few sips of the tool while he let a myriad of thoughts coat his head like a shower of rain. <There are so many things to think of at the moment, oh so troubling. Saying that alone however is not really saying much if anything at all. Of course we have so much at our disposal to think of but maybe its not the what, but the how and the why. I look above and see nothing save for a sea of alabaster and there still remains a remarkable feeling that fills my heart. I wonder, if at times like these there's someone out there near or far that bears sentiments in just the same way. Dialogue, sole is what keeps me going. A great shame we stand so far apart at times like these, the world ought not be so separated.> By his lonesome the Majin remained idle, speechless underneath the canopy of cold. 

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