A Dance on the Edge of Sanity

Deep in a building of stone, there sat a woman. She looked young, but her pure white hair suggested old age. Her face was completely expressionless, her eyes were closed. She seemed unaware of the two concerned men near her.

The more muscular of the two men asked the other, "How much longer can she hold?" He was clearly very worried, the lines of age on his face were augmented by newer lines of worry and strain.

The other man, who was thinner and wore a mask to hide his face answered, "She will hold as long as she needs to, and not a moment longer, old friend." There was pity in this man's voice, and a deep sorrow. "She cannot hold herself here after what is to come."

The muscular man's shoulders slumped and his head bowed. A single tear fell from his eye. "I know. I know all too well. How did we get here, my friend? How did we get here?"

His friend simply said, "I don't know. I really don't."

Behind the emotionless face of the woman, there was a thought. 'You don't know, mentor, but I do. I remember it all.'

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