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A most disarming experience
[Standing in a canvas of almost blinding white, Louis wonders if he was perhaps slain in his sleep.
Such should be his fate. He never expected to regain consciousness again. And if he's without his purifier mask, exposing his face save for the frame coating the outline of his jaw, it would only make sense that his ego be thrust into itself before turning to ash. However, it's far too empty and bright here.
Brow knitted in confusion, Louis wanders the seemingly limitless expanse of white with slow, hesitant steps. Before long, he spots something—or, rather, someone—a ways ahead and grinds to a halt.]
Who . . . ?
Such should be his fate. He never expected to regain consciousness again. And if he's without his purifier mask, exposing his face save for the frame coating the outline of his jaw, it would only make sense that his ego be thrust into itself before turning to ash. However, it's far too empty and bright here.
Brow knitted in confusion, Louis wanders the seemingly limitless expanse of white with slow, hesitant steps. Before long, he spots something—or, rather, someone—a ways ahead and grinds to a halt.]
Who . . . ?
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World peace.