I went to the fountain one last time and made the final wish. You looked back at me from the reflecting ripple after my coin had touched bottom. It disturbed me more than the inevitable answer that it brought a few short moments after. I could not turn away. Like a terrible accident, I crept closer and could not turn away my eyes. My eyes that have long since been burning with a need for something more. So much more. Someone told me the other day that thoughts like this were signs of insanity. I don't care. They could not know what causes these things that I see and hear.

They should not know. For if they knew, then that would mean that I could gain the answer by giving them a void of their own. And that is a practice still frowned upon, even in the most ludic of arenas. Someday, maybe I will distinguish between your reflection and my reality. But then again...maybe not.

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