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[not_heavens_adam]

[The video turns on to bright, light grey, clouds; the only barrier between the sun and the beach. Raindrops fall onto the camera, but they're wiped off by the owner of the SFC, one vampire who's currently standing dressed only in an open button-down and loose, low-hanging jeans that are rolled up to above his knees, calf-deep in the ocean as the rain falls steadily from the sky.

Apparently, he likes to live on the edge with those clouds.]

“Heaven knows we need never be ashamed of our tears, for they are rain upon the blinding dust of earth, overlying our hard hearts.” Charles Dickens, Great Expectations.

Back home, I've heard it said that God is in the rain just as He is in the sun's rays...

[So, then, why is it only the sun that burns?]

Rain is grace; rain is the sky condescending to the earth; without rain, there would be no life...and yet, people hide away from the rain and seek shelter inside and curse nature for ruining their bright and sunny day. Why?

[Finally he turns a small, vaguely sad, smirk to the camera.]

What about all of you? What are your qualms with the rain? Does it have any sort of significance for you personally or back home? Or is it just the thing that hides the sun from your face~?

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[not_heavens_adam]

[Oh...that's depressing.]

Hmmm...hopefully they found peace.

Why were you denied it?

[bufudine]

[Serph hopes so, too. Some had died, content in what they had managed to achieve in life, despite the conditions they lived under. Others... others had died, fearful and scared.

There's a long pause, before Serph shakes his head.]

I don't know.

[That's the truth of the matter. He still doesn't know anything. He'd been asked what kind of peaceful land could Nirvana be, if they had to slaughter their way to it. He didn't have an answer back then, he doesn't have an answer now.]

Maybe they never intended to let us in.

[...Maybe Nirvana doesn't exist, but he quickly brushes that thought from his mind. Serph pulls the topic of conversation in a new direction.]

We know little of our world or of ourselves. We never had the desire to find out, before we gained our demons.