>>5308878>>5309176>>5309218>>5309356There is the temptation in that moment to see if more can be gleaned from the sight, but as the dull silence of Cici’s mind gives way to sensations from the world above, the voices realize there isn’t time to waste.
“Cici! Cici please!” comes the urgent whisper of her mother.
“Some sort of sensory overload, I’m sure of it!” Brad mumbles angrily.
“That doesn’t matter, now!” Rosie’s gruff voice cuts in. “Just keep the cold coming! She’s burning up!”
“Nnnn!” Jade adds.
But where was Cici?
Like an empty cavern, the sound of the real-world voices echo in the blackness of this liminal space, finding no register or sign of consciousness to receive them. There’s just a vague intimation of the cold of a hastily made compress trickling in from the world outside as it combats a body radiating too much heat. Yet, somewhere within that clash, the faintest whisper of comfort can be heard.
Having no other leads to follow, the voices trail that gossamer thread through the dark of Cici’s mind, ever so slowly and carefully tracing its flow until they can be sure of the shape of something else coming into focus. Like a pearl of light at the bottom of a deep, dark well, the familiar warmth of her psyche shines out like a beacon. Yet as they reach for it in earnest, it recoils from them, an uncharacteristic cloud of fear and anxiety forming a barrier between them.
> What to do? > [] Try to reassure Cici. How?> [] Try to force your way through.> [] Other. Write-in. 