>>6066373You feel the metalic locket sliding over the calluses on your hands, its moist. The surface would be gladly cold to tact, were it not stained by your masculine prespiration and embitterer warmth. Suddenly, a presence within the
polished fogged shines of metal. An ancient pain, from inmemorial days.
Ipso facto your mouth forms a deceitul and untrustworthy pout, an expression of the face foregin to the lips. It is closer confussion, rather than kiss from the air surrounding the presence. The confussing ane vague memories dont lend themselves to be remembered whole, and instead tease your patience with inreciprocate whispers and ingrate feelings.
The legs move foward, as if defeated and wanting to fall under the weight they carry. By the lack of movement from your thumb, you infer that the subconcsious energy it would have taken to open the locket went somewhere whose efforts wouldnt be futile nor opposed by the lingering agony of memory.
—Oh, memory!
—Medicine of the mad, curse of the sane man and disgrace of the happy and vicious; torment someone else, someone vicious whose miseries are plenty and whose joys never met!
The leg moved foward, and the other followed up just to not be left behind. Acting eager and impatient, because they have no time to waste. In a last momment of aware conscience, you feel the edge that splits both sides of the locket; motionful waves of physical memory remind you the satisfaction of separating two ends with your nail and seeing what is inside something metallic and similary weighted. But the legs wont let go of the energy, they need to move fowards to not fall; they dont fear to fall because of what might happen to them, but like good mules, they worry about the man ontop.
>Open the locket and find out whats inside it [Roll to see if you can divide your conscious energy across your legs towards your thumb]>Continue moving foward and lift your head to see where you are walking. >Talk to the locket?>Custom 