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They say that on oneās eighteenth birthday, a person will share a dream with their soulmate.
But when Geralt turned eighteen, his sleep remained blankāno visions, no names, no trace of anyone at all. He chalked it up to being a witcher. Mutations came with consequences, after all.
Years passed.
Then, unexpectedly, the dream came.
It unfolded in a quiet bedroom, soft light spilling across the sheets, and thereāthere was him. A bard with a lopsided grin and eyes that sparkled with mischief and music. His name was Jaskier, and to Geralt, he felt like home.
When the dream faded, Geralt woke with a racing heart and one certainty: he had to find him.
Bards flocked to Oxenfurt like moths to flame, so thatās where Geralt went. He expected songs, laughter, and maybe a familiar face.
Instead, he found silence.
Jaskier, he was told, had vanishedāgone without a trace.
Four years ago
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The most terrifying part of having memory issues is when you can feel something from 5 seconds ago be thrown out the window and there's an empty hole where it once was. You remember that you forgot something.
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Another one from the WIP folder is finnaly finished.Best boy, I won't accept arguments. ( ļ½” ā¢Ģ į“ ā¢Ģ ļ½”)
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I actually passed away quite a few years ago, but I'm a very private person and never told anybody.
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do you ever think about dead versions of yourself that are fossilized in someone else's mind
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