I'm lost in the middle of my birthday. I want my friends, their touch, with the earth's last love. I will take life's final offering, I will take the human's last blessing. Today my sack is empty. I have given completely whatever I had to give. In return if I receive anything—some love, some forgiveness—then I will take it with me when I step on the boat that crosses to the festival of the wordless end.

Kamanin had no choice but to inform Marshal Rudenko that a landing on the 18th revolution was not possible due to Mishin's mismanagement. Komarov would have to wait until the 19th revolution and then attempt a manual orientation for retrofire with landing near Orsk. A method was worked out to accomplish this. Komarov was to orient the spacecraft manually on the dayside, spin up the gyro platform, and then use this to orient on the night side for retrofire. Telemetry showed that this was successful -- the TDU engine functioned normally, and a signal of parachute deployment was received from the capsule 65 km east of Orsk. However the main parachute did not fully deploy and the reserve parachute did not fully inflate. The capsule crashed into the ground at 30-40 m/s. Kamanin departed Yevpatoriya and arrived at 06:45 in Orsk. What was left of Komarov's body was an irregular lump 30 cm in diameter and 80 cm long.

In the next moment the vision of his primeval aperture appeared in his mind. The aperture may be positioned inside his body but it was mysteriously unusual, limitlessly big and yet infinitely small. The outer layer of the aperture was a layer of light. The white light gave a thin impression, but it still supported the aperture well.

In the aperture was a sea of primeval essence. The seawater was a green copper color, the surface of the sea clear and calm as a mirror. The water level was about half the height of the aperture. The entire volume of the sea occupied 44% of the aperture.

This was the green copper primeval sea of a Rank one Gu Master, and every drop of seawater was primeval essence. It was Fang Yuan’s life elementary force and the condensation of his essence, vitality and soul.

Perhaps you're right. The power is ebbing from the pieces, from the coral – I don't belong here anymore. But I will not leave my legacy to a blood-sucking neophyte who doesn't know their Sicilian from their Caro-Kann.

One tranquil day of ease and happiness followed another in quiet succession; and with these unsophisticated barbarians the history of a day was the history of a life. They were not caught up in any of the ancient goings-on which warrant even the briefest of mentions in any of the historical works that survive to this day; nay, they were as unknown to the outside world as it was to them, a fact which certainly does contribute to the brevity of this article. But why would that brevity be a bad thing? Indeed, what has extensive knowledge of a certain species of mankind ever wrought? Nothing, nay, a worse thing yet!

When you tell someone not to leap from a cliff and they do it anyway, how should you react? What about the second time? The third? The thirtieth? I took that man under my wing. I told him what would happen. Now it has. His experiment didn't fail. It was a success. Of course he's miserable. The rocks below are incredibly sharp. They would dice anyone to ribbons – including you, if you're foolhardy enough to jump after him.

Waiting is wasting, for people like me.

Stitches swipes her hair to the sides of her head. She swirls around in a clumsy manner while admiring her own body. Stitches seems to be halting her attacks briefly. You are surprised yourself how easy it was to actually persuade her...

Your lord disintegrates.

I heard the sound of waves.