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While Travelling, I’m like a true creature of the Limen. I See with the eyes of a person with Sight, a person who hasn’t been trained how to turn it on and off. The physical world is a watery pastoral backdrop against the glittery soul energy that rages here. It’s like diving at night. All that green-yellow bioluminescence floating and skittering and blossoming in the dark. That’s what’s here, in the in-between, where the Lost persist until I lead them on—or until they fade and turn. Particles of golden life energy hover and swirl in the vortex, waiting for deposition in carbon-based life. And like sharks in the waters, the silvery death energy of souls too evil to go beyond preys on the flitting golden particles, leaving nothing—nothing at all—in their wake.
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