How odd -- this immortal being, scintillating with awareness, whose path intersects yours after thirty-three thousand two hundred and eleven lifetimes since your last encounter out beyond Deneb III, this manifestation of Eternal life and consciousness, this Cosmic playmate and companion across the millenia. And suddenly, there she is again, after thousands of years apart. And what do you see? What is it your delicately tuned awareness picks out from the chaos of raw sensory information?

A slit skirt and purple lipstick. What a mindless, degraded inventory of apperception.

Perhaps it was not she of whom she spoke, but thee!!

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