<Snipped quote by Nimda>
*I stab you in the head and heart*
No need to grasp, just letting go.
I'm falling, down into my shadow... grasping on to every breath, as I await the deadly night...
*as you are dying, you tessellate; your soul scatters across Zen, unconscious, and your form frozen in stasis elsewhere; I glance discreetly at Lizbeth*