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I awoke from my slumber in quite a stir, as if angels of the rapture ripped me from my peaceful rest, into this world esoteric to my senses as a living object. This bland room, although upon the finest satin sheets I lay, was more then lacking in aesthetic value, and the first response to my queer senses was to lean over the side of my resting place in an attempt to ostracize my entrails. Closer inspection of the room revealed an odd, damp, yet familiar feeling, as if many nights had been spent in this alien room in an introverted attempt to heal my inner lesion. 11:06 read the clock, and in a feeble attempt to execute its vocation, the smal

There once was a man young man named O’rchri Kin. Orchri Kin, although, having no family was quite fond of his life he had inherited a large estate and a vast wealth.  Though wealthy he was also wise beyond his year, and very humble, always willing to learn and teach. Through his dealings he began to hear of a man named Kast who knew the answer to any question asked of him. Seeking to further himself, O’rchri set out to find and learn from this man. After many days of travel he finally came to a small hut deep within uncultivated lands, entering the hut he saw Kast kneeling, deep in meditation. O’rchri Kin sat beside Kast and q