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Day 3 since rebirth: *...In which the hourglass turns no more.*
> No. At least hug The Cat to ease suffering.
Lucid dreams; some try all their lives to archive them - to feel the freedom steming form power over the world; to witness otherness, beyond their norm. You really weren't among them. At least, as much as you remember.
And yet, here you are.
In pitch black void of space. In the distance uncountable stars glimmer and, seemingly but a step away, a tiny, ping-pong ball sized earth orbits around... you? With miniscule oceans and quite adorable continents. To think that all your problems and worries exist and die on this small pile of unassuming stardust. A pile utterly irrelevant in the grander scheme of things.
Thinking about it, you could just *boop* it; or redirect it to the sun. A small extinction event could be entertaining once in a while. But alas, even a stone can serve a purpose...
... What were you just thinking? And why is it getting so hot? And what is this-
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You stir as disembodied warmth caresses your face. Dismayed, you turn to the side, but with little effect. Still dazed, you open your eye to see the stray rays of light breaking through the canopy of outside oaks and spruces... and passing through the grating of the window, painting all it touches with the strokes of gold - a new day, thankfully on earth.
In summer's early mornings even dingy, sparsely furnished dorms of this school have a secretive beauty to them - one only magnified by the withering paint and cracks in the old walls. The dream and the brilliant light make it all seem almost bearable, If only you could spend this spring outside among the lush flora of this, be it as it may, beautiful mountain peak along with your friends...
No, you *Will* spend this summer outside. And on *Your* terms no less. You will conquer this facility and then move on.
Coming to, you feel something soft and pillow-like pressing into your stomach from beneath the sheets. Tentatively, you rise your duvets and see Cat Don Fluffles curled into a small ball, purring lazily. The wayward rays light reflect on Its sleek 'fur' and glimmer with motley of vivid and oddly familiar colors. Huh.
Wait, purring? Your mute Cat-?!
Abrupt, hurried steps emanate from the corridors and break your chain of thought. Yet another Deja Vu, and like yesterday, your roommate Alex stands by the doors, evidently eavesdropping. Meanwhile Jaq lies splayed on her bed and kicks her feet absentmindedly.
Still focused on the doors Alex announces. "The steps are once again fast. And light."
Jaq quickly finishes. "Therefore they don't carry what we are looking for. It also means there are at least two. Keep listening."
"Understood, mistress Jaqueline. I will inform you if anything happens."
Thankfully they must have missed you waking up, so you go back to pretending to still be asleep. They might reveal something about Jaq's plans. Your Cat consents and stays still as well.
