Of Dawn and Dusk

[Caliban]

Isolated Lake, The Mindscape
19th of December, 833 AS

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It has been days since Caliban had tasted that bullet. It felt like weeks have passed in the confines of his own mind, giving him plenty of time to consider everything that transpired from the moment of his birth and up to the split-second decision which sealed his fate. Or so he hoped. Even in these moments he knew that someone was fighting to keep him alive, or rummage through what was left.

"[And I couldn't care less anymore.]"

Caliban spoke to himself as he gazed over a lake with a dismissive tone. His feet soaking in the warm water just by the edge of the shore as he stood on the cold dirt beneath him in a relaxed position. The setting sun radiated with a comforting warmth over the region - perhaps for the last time, before greeting the horizon like an hourglass's final grains of sand destined to fall slowly under the narrow neck between its two glass bulbs.

Every aspect of the Mindscape stood still, frozen. If only for a brief moment that would stretch like a rubber band - turning into minutes, then hours, even days. And yet, in all that stillness there was action. The intent to intrude.

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"Test the sharpness of your sword against another. And when that is not enough, unsheathe your cunning as the hidden dagger that ends the fight."

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