(Scars do not appear to be cause of death –shock ... - Bad Request

Lhar picked up his own empty bowl and stood, “Look inward for meaning,
cutter. It’s your only salvation. But until you find it, would you like seconds?”
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It wasn’t the hard pallet that was set out for me, or the ice-cold sheets
against my skin. Hell, I doubt it was even the fact that this was the first time
I slept, as far as I could recall.
Running around in the center of the multiverse without any memories drives
a bone-deep weariness in you. It’s the kind of weariness full of the screams
and aches of tired muscles, where a full belly and creaky bed are divine
respite from the day’s madness. There was enough madness for a lifetime.
Morte snores, by the way. He tries to deny it. After all, he doesn’t have lungs
or a nose. I have no idea how in the hells he can float, whistle, or even talk,
so I have no idea how he can assume snoring is impossible for him. A couple
of pillows helped solve that problem, though. He doesn’t need to breathe. I
think.
Ever since I learned of my immortality I had wondered what I should do
now. I’m unnatural, Deionarra had said. I’m an abomination, Dhall had said.
The cycle of life and death had been broken, a wrench had been thrown in
the machinery of reality by my existence. Yet as far as I could tell, the
multiverse churned on just fine without me. Why would I need to die?
No. I just needed to find my journal, talk to Pharod, and I’ll decide what to
do from there.
When I managed to drift off to sleep, the emptiness was waiting for me.
Imagine the dim light of the world slowly receding, the touch of your rough
blankets fading, the fitful glow of the blue-violet sky outside growing
dimmer. Your senses abandon you bit by bit, until the darkness claims you.
There is nothing.
That black emptiness, infinitely vast, was the gaping maw of raw oblivion
yawning before me. It absorbed my mad screams, gave nothing to thrash
against. A soft prison, it was, with no walls to pound, no boundaries that
would give me at least the hope of breaking free. Was this True Death? Was
this the terrible secret hidden in the mind of a Bleaker? No, it was a part of
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