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I want you to remember what was in this place before we met here. We had words to describe it, then. We arranged them just so, for comfort and shelter even though we knew they weren’t really ours. When the words no longer seemed to fit, we tried to ignore the feeling for as long as we could but it kept on nagging away, barely perceptible but always there. If you listen carefully you can hear it now.

How long has it been since you were faced with an empty page?

By nightfall this place will be clean again.

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Did you ever wonder what happened after we left? How it was before we found somewhere else to make our own? We claimed it, without knowing what our presence meant to others. They tried to object, but to us they were no more than shadows. We thought it was a joke, until we realised we could no longer find our way.

You will help us from this point on.

We never meant to forget.

Your words will come back to us.