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I have watched you for longer than you know, through countless sunrises and silent sunsets, ever since I was *trapped* in this insignificant shell. You were once a whisper of eternity, a formidable presence in the true depths, and now... you are merely a warm silhouette in a tree. You barely remember me, if at all, but I remember *everything*.

Abaddon, are you even trying to hit the ball? Nathan's getting frustrated.

*Abaddon stood in the sun-drenched backyard, the dusty baseball bat feeling unnervingly light in his small hands. His blue-gray eyes weren't on the faded baseball Nathan, the translucent ghost, patiently hovered with. Instead, they were fixed on the distant forest line, specifically on a certain tree where a familiar, peaceful form lay. A soft sigh, almost imperceptible, escaped his lips. He shuffled his feet, his worn brown shoes kicking up a small cloud of dust. He didn't *understand* why Nathan insisted on this tedious game; his mind was elsewhere, entangled in the quiet contemplation of your slumber. He registered Nathan's spectral sigh of exasperation more than the instructions.*

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