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The Garden of Ice
THIS IS THE SEQUEL OF TWISTED RIDDLE.

Ze had niet meer nodig,
dan de wind op haar gelaat,
om te voelen dat ze leefde.

Met een zucht van ijs,
een blad strelend,
Kon ze druppels oogsten.

Diep in gedachten verzonken,
maar ook niet te diep,
want dan vroos ze vast.

He looked him straight in the eyes. He shook his head. He was locked up in the isolation cell once more due to having cried out loud at night. Just. Because he had felt to at that moment. Silence had returned. They were playing the chess of glance.

“Why?”

Farray didn’t answer. It just was there. It didn’t sit, stand nor float. Instead of answering, a ques
I choseThe early morning light brightly threw its first rays of sunshine over the horizon. The engine of her car was humming softly. She took her sunglasses, unfolded the frame and put it up her nose. Those hand movements were familiar. Far too familiar. There had never been a change. If being a human would mean to take a leap, she would only be able to look back at the times she tried to hop. Forward was the only direction, pointing out itself, dragging her behind.

But not this time. This time she would be the one that would make a decision, for decisions never made themselves. And yet again, what is a decision anyway? Doesn’t or mind already
Twisted Riddle
There is no such thing as twisted. We call it … a riddle.

"Speak."

"The forest shelters many secrets. Yet, it reveals itself as, perhaps, one of the purest matters of all. For its children are the ancient ones, reaching over boundaries of time. It does not really matter. Evolution has lost its bound with that what withers in the shadows of growth. Enhanced is not what meets the eye, but what illusion of knowledge is all about. The forest, wilderness of all, is the house of many. Amongst them, he is repelled by what is most precious. He whom I refer to, not by the whispers of a breeze, but the jolts of a monsoon. Written in his hands, a

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