I can see them; even as the centuries have caused me death time and time again. It has built in me over these centuries until this life, when I have been given a pen to replace my broadsword and burdened with the emotion and reflection of a writer. I still remember her in 1210 AD when I came back from a crusade, only to find her dagger in my side.
I kissed her with my last moments of life and died saying nothing. War never leaves the blood. Even in death, it can only be transferred to the new soul. We will live a thousand times till we truly die from self-actualization. As I wake each day from these dreams to these future dreams in future lives, I wonder when I will be relieved of living...
I leered into the dark space between consciousness and sleep. The thousands of faces of all my incarnations met together like a big council. It's difficult to feel surrounded by people when they're all you but personalities differed enough that this young immoralist, was able to detach from his current woes and let extroversion and introspection mesh into understanding of his immortal plan.
Forever can go one of two ways when you look it in the eyes: either you become happy that anything can happen in eternity, or you become enveloped at how long eternity truly is. When you know that you will experience death and rebirth, however, the soul can weaken to the point you are literally Shakespeare's "walking shadow."
The meeting began. I awoke.
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