::Aleister::

Ms. Livingstone stood on the edge of the precipice and with her stretched fingers, she touched the particle stream.  “A wise man once said that youth and physical beauty were temporary, impermanent states of sentience.  Gratuitous graces.  As time goes on, wrinkles will appear on your face, your bones will weaken, and even your mind will not be the sharp blade it once was.”  She floated towards the middle of the chasm, which bathed her avatar in blue silver light.  “Do not hold on, the wise man said. Go with the flow…but by god, I’m a stubborn old bitch.”