Irena Rose Picard: The Existence of O, Gebunden

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There has always been a song. A melody hummed by countless voices. And in their separation, they were one. Just as if the separation were merely a shadow of the whole. And Malea knew this song. I think, therefore, I am. I am? Am I allowed to be?An almost gentle whisper crawled through the loudness and imparted the message: The Child of Humanity. But Malea didn't know what she was. Who are you without everything that has ever happened to you, everything you have ever experienced? A mere shadow of a person or a chance?And why was she clinging to this existence that was nothing but a burden on her amnesia-ridden shoulders?In the days of her confusion and amnesia, O was her Nemesis. What was the purpose? What was the enigma behind their connection? Why did O exist? Why was O omnipresent in this world that she had never asked to be a part of?They were like towering waves, endlessly forming ocean after ocean - but would the urgently needed catharsis ever arise, and the world be saved?Something that doesn't want to let you go despite urging you to hurry. And what was this ominous, unsettling urgency in every gust of the wind?Find Ellory.