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@@@@@I suck in the mist that comes from his
@@@@@I suck in the mist that comes from his handA
silver cloud that tastes like raspberries
“Wha –” I want to ask, but I can't see them anymoreI can't see anything
“Wanda? Can you hear me, Wanda?” a familiar voice asked
That wasn't the right name… was it? My ears didn't react to it, but something didWasn't I
Petals Open to the Moon? Pet? Was that it? That didn't feel right, eitherMy heart beat faster,
an echo of the fear in my memoryA vision of a woman with white-and-red-streaked hair and
kind green eyes filled my headWhere was my mother? But… she wasn'tmy mother, was she?
A sound, a low voice that echoed around meWe aren't letting you go
The voice was familiar, and it was also notIt sounded like… me?
Where was Petals Open to the Moon? I couldn't find herJust a thousand empty memoriesA
house full of pictures but no inhabitants
“Use the Awake,” a voice saidI didn't recognize this one
Something brushed my face, light as the touch of fogIt was the smell of
grapefruit
I took a deeper breath, and my mind suddenly cleared
I could feel that I was lying down… but this felt wrong, tooThere wasn't… enough of me
My hands were warmer than the rest of me, and that was because they were being heldHeld in
big hands, hands that swallowed them right up
It smelled odd–stuffy and a little mold |