[/html]To where the sun sets.
The cryptic words didn't register as sense to the mind of the Lykoi woman. Having never been out of Canada herself, she could only assume the sun sat against the western horizon, when she noticed it set at all. Her days ran together like rivers into the ocean. Her colors drifted into a flat mass of useless sight. She lived, and she waited patiently to pass away into nothing, just like the mother she assumed dead.
"And what did you find there?" she asked, settling her crimson gaze on his face with a curious sublayer. His mind was twisted, far more twisted than any other she had seen in her lifetime. More twisted than Andrezej. More twisted than her own. And what had done such a thing for him? Who had caused his mind to collapse into that state? "You don't have much sanity left, do you, Uncle."
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