>>5329224The stars grow distant– the souls of mutants and nonmutants alike glimmering in the skies above. Ernst’s thoughts and emotions turn to little more than a faint echo in your mind, the last thing you hear being his own bittersweet farewell.
You can’t find it in you to cry out, even when you wish to return the goodbye, and your body falls to the ground. There was not even any sound, because of the sand.
<span class="mu-i">“Wake up, Kelpie–”</span> The voice is barely an echo.
<span class="mu-i">--e up, Kelpie–</span>
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It’s late into the afternoon when you come to.
With what little motivation you have left (as you had come to find that fighting metaphysical things leaves you just as exhausted as fighting things in reality), you roll yourself unceremoniously off of the couch, unsurprised that everything is still the way you left it, TV and all.
Now you’re back in your normal, everyday clothes, not that ethereal chiton you wore in Ernst’s dream realm (you kind of wish you could’ve brought that back with you).
Picking up your phone from the coffee table– as is the ingrained reflex of your generation– your eyes bug a bit when you see the line of missed calls on your phone.
<span class="mu-i"><span class="mu-s">Matt: 12 Missed Calls
Bernard: 4 Missed Calls</span></span>
Somebody better be dying, you think, your fingers suddenly itching to punch something...
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