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Passion laughed a sweet, sonorous laugh. It was such a disarming sound, that I couldn’t help but laugh along with it. “No, child,” Passion said, smiling sweetly, like a mother to her foolish daughter, “I am the construct of the Life Giver, and I do not take what has been given.” “Are you a Sentient?” I asked, finally feeling a tickle of fear. “You surprise me,” Passion smiled broadly, “most who know of Sentients call them astral beings, but you know their true origin.” “I read a lot.” I said quietly, the tickle of fear becoming more pronounced. Passion placed a hand on my shoulder, and the fear disappeared into gentle warmth. “I would have been Sentient, had Ray Dawnbark not tied me to this place,” Passion said, gesturing broadly over the pink surroundings, “he melded my essence to every root and vine in the forest, and made me its eternal caretaker. 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