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She was going to see her friend again. Not to mention a giant sandcastle. Full of monsters.
“Do you know that they died watching the sky for you?”
“People with destinies,” it said, “shouldn’t make plans.”
“There is the past, and there is the future. The present is never more than the single second dividing one from the other.
Intricate channels conducted the wind throughout, carrying fresh air and making an eerie, ever-present ambient sound that was part dark and stormy night and part whalesong.
Maybe there was an intention. A plan, a fate. And maybe it hated them.
ananke, this sensitivity to the pull of destiny. If your ananke was strong, well then, you could follow or resist, but with resistance came an oppressive sense of wrongness that would haunt your every choice.
