When i am reborn, i have no choice over who i become, i do not have memories till around the age of seven or eight either, so when i finally got them, my whole world changed. I knew immediately that this was truth, i could see colors, shapes, for the first time in my life. I was born blind, but i through my memories i learned what things looked like, what color the sky was, and what my fellow monks probably looked like. My memories were about two hundred years old at that time, so i had seen most everything i was encountering now, and it provided the perfect library of knoledge.
However i still found it difficult to be blind in such an a
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She sat in the middle of the room, surrounded with thoughts of what is to become. This woman has long silver hair that came down to her knees. She was wearing a robe with long sleeves that covered all parts of her body. The robe was white so her silver hair seemed to disappear into the areas where the robe meet the hair.
The lady was on her throne which was too high for her because her feet dangled in the air. While she was thinking, she was swinging her feet with no shoes back and forth. She had to be in her middle forties by the wrinkles that are just starting to show on her face. She was also very beautiful with lite blue eyes.