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curious one. I suppose you read these papers with the intent of discovering something, likely about me.
Well, alright. I am Kall, Kall Sundash. I sit and write this at the end of my life, but the girl you may see before you has plenty in her future. I am her, yes, but she is not yet me.
I enjoy well made pastries, the warm sun, puzzles and books.
The Kall you see has poor taste, and is much too impatient for puzzles and stories. She, however, can - like me - be perfectly content on a grubby strip of grass, relaxing in the sun. To one who knows us, we are not so different, but no one knows us both, not properly, and it would not surprise me in the least to discover that others may not be willing to believe we are one and the same.
To differentiate between us, you may refer to me, the author, as Kallisa, as it is our true, full name. Young Kall would hate to be called that, however, so it is best simply to stick with the nickname for her.
I am not here in flesh, only spirit, but I have more knowledge of the mind then Kall does, and it is simple for me to talk through her, though I rarely will. She has no knowledge of my presense, and I would rather keep it that way, as I remember being rather defiant at this time in my life, and would probably not react well to knowing her own future.
As a final note: if in conversing with my younger self, you grow weary of her, you may call my name and I will take possession of the body instead. I never remembered being especially annoying, but looking at Kall from this new perspective, I can see how she might wear on one. |
