[He murmurs it quietly, trying not to dwell on the memories he's repressed. Flipping a body onto its back, and being created by the wet crater that was once a human face. The way it glistened, the way the skin was cool to the touch, as if it only just happened - ]
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[He murmurs it quietly, trying not to dwell on the memories he's repressed. Flipping a body onto its back, and being created by the wet crater that was once a human face. The way it glistened, the way the skin was cool to the touch, as if it only just happened - ]
[He remembers, even if he tries not to.]
It's like everything there stays the way it was.