Do you hear their whispers? I do. Do you see their sorrow and see their shadow of darkness blanket the corners of our mind and reality? I do. I see what others can not I hear what others block out and deem myth. I can touch times emotion and memories. Feel the stories of joy love and the deepest dark. Curse? Maybe to some. But for centuries I have had this curse and have learned to welled and perfect it. Its not a curse at least not anymore. It was at first. At first it was confuaing. Was unbarable. But now I know its not a curse but a gift from the one mother.
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