By day, we took to our coffin beds. By moonlight we scavenged the land for prey, siphoning small meals off healthy animals. A band of fruit hybrids, voicing dissention at this most unholy eternal life, took refuge in a ship bound for the New World. At that time, fear of the unknown barred our joining them. In the ensuing centuries, we resigned to grim existence until the end of the earth. Yet continued good news of the prosperous New World, and its possible blessing of mortality, drove our decision to emigrate. With permission and under the Argos’ observance, we set forth for the New World’s largest metropolis, New York City, where to our joy we believe that we have at long last escaped the curse of stopped time. We shall see.
It has been whispered that creatures of similar dark ilk, seeking refuge and solace, might live amongst us here. But I cannot speak of the verity of this rumor, and at this time must dismiss it as such.
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