[IP] Serenely, he kept watch.

There is this place where I thought I had lost myself. Where I thought no one else was. Where I thought I was finally free. What's been my issue and salvation is that I can't tell. I don't need to. Do I need to?

For as much as there is to see and forget around here, there is as much to see and remember.

It isn't me. No. I'm never seen. Can I be seen? There was — I thought — no one else. I can't tell.

He doesn't blend in with nature, but nature blends in with him. I don't know what he is. I don't need to. Do I need to?

His physically looks like a collection of scales, and as unique as he is, he may be related to that cliffs behind him. They have a lot in common. Their texture make an outstanding comparison, and both of them are very interested in not talking. I'd say he doesn't move, but he does. He looks around. He looks for something. I can't tell.

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