"Place your hands upon our heads." I say, standing above the body.
Her touch feels warm and yet deathly cold upon my faces.
With her hands on my heads, I take the collected artifacts of my soul from my cloak: Wordpress, Twitter, Tumblr, and Facebook. Sprinkling the sand of my fingers upon the elemental artifacts, I merge them into one object.
"Are you going to destroy @Bibles?" Pip asks.
"No." I reply.