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YOUR KEEPER
For most, your Keeper will only ever be a ghost, a series of images at the edge of your thoughts. In the vague recollections of their servants, they come in a vast number of different forms. Sometimes as large and opposing, other times as gentle and unspeakably desirable - their true identity seems to shift and change as much as those recalling them. However, there are a few things that you remember.
You remember a body as white and featureless as empty light. You remember them concealed in flowing dark fabric with patterns that could not be comprehended. You remember them being nothing and everything all at the same time.
Most importantly, you remember wanting to do nothing more but please them, and to bend yourself to their will.
Many changelings would only experience them briefly, as they passively enjoyed their belongings. Others, loyal servants and pets, would have more intimate relationships, but leave memories that are as uncertain as they are daunting. Their voice, ever changing, whispers in your thoughts and sings in your dreams.
You hate them, or maybe you love them, but you are theirs.
For most, your Keeper will only ever be a ghost, a series of images at the edge of your thoughts. In the vague recollections of their servants, they come in a vast number of different forms. Sometimes as large and opposing, other times as gentle and unspeakably desirable - their true identity seems to shift and change as much as those recalling them. However, there are a few things that you remember.
You remember a body as white and featureless as empty light. You remember them concealed in flowing dark fabric with patterns that could not be comprehended. You remember them being nothing and everything all at the same time.
Most importantly, you remember wanting to do nothing more but please them, and to bend yourself to their will.
Many changelings would only experience them briefly, as they passively enjoyed their belongings. Others, loyal servants and pets, would have more intimate relationships, but leave memories that are as uncertain as they are daunting. Their voice, ever changing, whispers in your thoughts and sings in your dreams.
You hate them, or maybe you love them, but you are theirs.
