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Cdte. Anna Federowsky
Respect diplomatique : 652 
10/06/1013 ETU 14:55 
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Score : 2
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Un graffiti sur les murs extérieurs de l'Assemblée abandonnée : last out, turn off the light
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Cdte. Anna Federowsky
Respect diplomatique : 652
10/06/1013 ETU 14:59
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Score : 2
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Sur l'ancienne capitale de la Fédération des Mondes Unis... Ceux qui ont choisi de rester en Éveil se rassemblent autour d'un feu dans la capitale planétaire et se racontent leurs histoire respectives, en attendant la fin. Levant les yeux au ciel ils voient les étoiles briller dans la nuit noir, toutes les lumières de la ville étant éteintes, tout comme les machines qui faisaient tourner la planète. Dans huit heures le soleil se lèvera... Et Éveil sera effacée de l'existence.
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Cdte. Anna Federowsky
Respect diplomatique : 652
10/06/1013 ETU 15:01
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Score : 2
Détails
La même scène se répète, avec des variations mineures, sur toutes les anciennes planètes de la Fédération ; planètes désormais abandonnées et retournées à leur indépendance première.
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Cdte. Anna Federowsky
Respect diplomatique : 652
10/06/1013 ETU 15:03
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Score : 0
Détails
(hrp : RP libre)
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Cdte. Anna Federowsky
Respect diplomatique : 652
10/06/1013 ETU 16:53
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Message édité -
Score : 2
Détails
We are the hollow men We are the stuffed men Leaning together Headpiece filled with straw. Alas! Our dried voices, when We whisper together Are quiet and meaningless As wind in dry grass Or rats' feet over broken glass In our dry cellar Shape without form, shade without colour, Paralysed force, gesture without motion; Those who have crossed With direct eyes, to death's other Kingdom Remember us - if at all - not as lost Violent souls, but only As the hollow men The stuffed men. II Eyes I dare not meet in dreams In death's dream kingdom These do not appear: There, the eyes are Sunlight on a broken column There, is a tree swinging And voices are In the wind's singing More distant and more solemn Than a fading star. Let me be no nearer In death's dream kingdom Let me also wear Such deliberate disguises Rat's coat, crowskin, crossed staves In a field Behaving as the wind behaves No nearer - Not that final meeting In the twilight kingdom III This is the dead land This is cactus land Here the stone images Are raised, here they receive The supplication of a dead man's hand Under the twinkle of a fading star. Is it like this In death's other kingdom Waking alone At the hour when we are Trembling with tenderness Lips that would kiss Form prayers to broken stone. IV The eyes are not here There are no eyes here In this valley of dying stars In this hollow valley This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms In this last of meeting places We grope together And avoid speech Gathered on this beach of the tumid river Sightless, unless The eyes reappear As the perpetual star Multifoliate rose Of death's twilight kingdom The hope only Of empty men. V Here we go round the prickly pear Prickly pear prickly pear Here we go round the prickly pear At five o'clock in the morning. Between the idea And the reality Between the motion And the act Falls the Shadow For Thine is the Kingdom Between the conception And the creation Between the emotion And the response Falls the Shadow Life is very long Between the desire And the spasm Between the potency And the existence Between the essence And the descent Falls the Shadow For Thine is the Kingdom For Thine is Life is For Thine is the This is the way the world ends This is the way the world ends This is the way the world ends Not with a bang but a whimper. -- T. S. Elliott, "The Hollow Men" " Et c'est ainsi qu'Éveil finie. Pas dans un cri, mais dans un soupir. " *bruit d'un livre que l'on referme*
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Cdte. Anna Federowsky
Respect diplomatique : 652
10/06/1013 ETU 20:01
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Score : 1
Détails
Dans le ciel les étoiles brillent. Éternelles.
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