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As my eyes adjust to the darkness, I begin to see plumes of clouds surrounding me, billowing into strange shapes and glowing deep, bold colours, like nebulae. My pale skin seems to glow against the celestial darkness.
The crystal dust in the air morphs in clumps into apple-trees, as if I’m still walking through the orchard at home.
I’m hesitant to stand up.
“W-What do you want from me? What is this place?”
No response.
“W-Whoever you are, take me home.”
A triangle of blue eyes stare into mine, almost out of nowhere. The twin pupils in each are somehow able to focus on me, seizing every part of my body. I find myself standing, my body lifted as if by strings.
‘The Human World was never your home.’
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The eyes move away. ‘Come; we must go to Entropy.’ The voice is coming from the being, but it has no mouth. |
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