'They say you die twice. One time when you stop breathing, and a second time, a bit later on, when somebody says your name for the last time.' -Banksy
The glow of the full moon lit an isolate hilltop overlooking a distant town, a town known as Burgess, where two figures sat side by side, both baring near identical silhouettes,
“I miss this Mori, when we just sat under the stars and watched the night sky around us without a care in the world, trying to enjoy what we had left before… you know,” one of the figures said to the other, the voice sounding like he could be no older than in his teens to match his figure, both of which betrayed his true age,
“I know Jack, but I’m here again now, and I promise I won’t leave you like that again,”, Mori replied, his voice being a complete match with Jack’s and his silhouette would be identical if it wasn’t for one inhuman addition, a jet black tail with an acid green tip. The only other physical
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