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"Ô solitude! Tout le monde me répète que je ne peux survivre seul!
Que je me perdrais!
Que je verrais des esprits qui me traîneraient vers le monde de la folie!
Que je périrais le ventre creux!
Mais, solitude, suis-je vraiment seul si je suis avec toi?"
Complainte du Moine Tamzien, Anonyme
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It’s me? Am I the giant skull deer?
I suspected as much!
You describe this rustic home as such a dusty place, I can almost see the cobwebs. And yet, how could someone live in such a horrid waste? The intrepid adventurer at the heart of your story is almost made clean by comparison.
People in our social standing would indeed have a hard time guessing the reasons of such individuals. Yet our ancestors did live as beasts across the land, never to know the luxury of even a roof over their heads! There are people in the Rocks, that is for certain, and though most of them live in communities, would that be so extraordinary for one of them to be exiled from the rest, who themselves are exiled from us?
Oh, that’s interesting – the first 2 “panels”. Kinda didn’t know what I was looking at at first.
Hehe, I’m trying things – at first it was going to be plain old panels, but the result was so close to this that I chose to make it simpler! I like the eeriness it gives off. Even if most of the time I’m one to make things as clear as they can be^^.