Oggy: “The way you phrase that makes me feel like it’s not….But I am doing well and yes, I am happy to be back. As for being nervous, I suppose there is always a bit of anticipation when rejoining the community, but I am confident that everything will turn out fine. Better than fine, at my current circumstance.”
Oggy: “Yes. But not lightly, actually… never mind.”
Oggy: “Probably not.”
Agastya: “Agreed.”
Oggy: “How about I just share my favorite poem I’ve written?”
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A butterfly named s
The gentle flutter of fragile wings,
A delicate dance as nature sings,
Butterflies drifting on a breeze,
A fleeting moment, a whispering tease.
Soft and light, they soar on high,
In a world where time drifts by,
Life encompassing, beauty profound,
In her ethereal flight, secrets are found.
By: Agastya Kumara
Oggy: “At Ninth House? Definitely. The boys who were straight—kidding! Mostly. Really just anyone who shifted my attention.”
Agastya: “I know of her. She’s gorgeous of course, and she has that overwhelming—delicious—Quantum influence.”
Agastya: “Not yet, but I’ll figure it out. But then again, maybe it’s even more fun not knowing.”