[Center][h2] Millu'ci'vanda [/h2][/center]

I dig my fingers into my eyes, massaging the lids and causing me to see white blotches. The buzzing insects are speaking to me; calling me back to the hive. Part of me wants to swat them away, but their noises are starting to sound like a beautiful song. One I want to listen to. One that promises to take me away from the awfulness I have awakened to, and bring me back to peace. Over the cacophony of sound in my head, I say out loud, "Koraline... I...I want..." I pause, and my nostril twitches. A smell has risen in the air; a very sweet, pleasant smell. In fact... it is the most pleasant smell I have ever experienced. I can not resist inhaling as the insects around my head change their tone, landing on my shoulders and face to chirp quietly.

The expression on our face begins to slip, and the next time we speak, it is in a monotone. "We want to stay with the kind. Oroboro is our new home. Koraline has already mourned Millu'ci'vanda. Giving her false hope that we may ever be the person we once were..." Our head twitches suddenly, and we pause in anticipation of something happen. When nothing does, we conclude, "It would be unhealthy for all parties involved."