http://slow.writerscafe.org/obsidiansea The original writings of author ObsidianSea en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776007133 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I remember you, my son. Though we are separated by space and time and all else inbetween, I've drawn you near me. I became darkness that you would become light. Even in the midst of great darkness, you still shine. You're just as bright as the day you stepped off my jewel. Earth, a brillia.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/obsidiansea/1214452/ I've been slipping between dimension, thought, away from time and into space.I've been floating away. Where am I?Father, can you still hear me?Did I do well? Has something gone wrong?I haven't heard from you in a long time. I hope you're still listening. Are we still on course? I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/obsidiansea/1201509/ Rough Draft“Aris”by Matthew Kimble 21 June 2213 My first official transmission! 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