Again, another self-imposed silence. Not out of spite or any misconduct, as everything I've built you up to be is still true, since the virtual artifice is the only forum we have. One day -- nay, two -- we shared a sleeping place. So innocently guised, a brother cradling sis' while she fell into another realm -- but t'was not half so innocent, for we'd enveloped one another in our personas, allowed each other to leap from stranger to lover in a single night -- Nay, a single breath, as pheremones linked our bodies long before slothful minds could catch up. How long can the chains of society and etiquette resist our magnetic pull? 'Tis true, was the same with he before, but time healed wounds and silence passion in those days. Will it again?