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We were so lost. Lost in a place is one thing: at least you are in a place. You are somewhere. Lost in time is something else. No yesterday means today is a fiction. No past means no present. We could only consider we never existed. We could only crumble, dizzy, wobbling within what had to be vast, absolute nothingness. 

-from the Journals of the Nine (Attributed almost universally to Jersey Kharol)