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[the9thdream]

[Maybe today everything is a little darker, a little fuzzier. If you squint, for a moment, it seems like things are blurring together. Sleeping or awake, do you know what you're going to find when you turn around

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[notahero]

[man, I hate when this happens]

[the9thdream]

[ohohoho there are lotus blossoms everywhere]

[notahero]

[--fml]

[puts a hand to his head, the other gripping his sword, tightly]

[the9thdream]

[the air is full of the smell with them, enough to be cloying]

[notahero]

[makes a face, breathing out of his mouth instead of his nose to try and offset the headache he can feel coming on]

[the9thdream]

[there is a rustling noise, and the faint sound of laughter --> that way]

[notahero]

[heads in that direction without a second thought]

[the9thdream]

[heading in that direction does seem to take one away from the smell of lotus, for now]

[notahero]

[OH GOOD]

[the9thdream]

[there are less lotus flowers too, but the hallways are cold, and distantly familiar]

[notahero]

[shivers, but keeps on walking, determined]

[the9thdream]

[the further he goes, there are echoes of voices--nine years familiar, saying things half-remembered about experiments, or idle chatter, nothing serious]

[notahero]

[as the voices drift to his ears, the names and faces of all the scientists come to mind, and he's hit with a wave of nostalgia, but the anger is still there, a dull ache in his chest]

[the9thdream]

[a flicker of white just ahead, like the tails of a lab coat]

[notahero]

[narrows his eyes, quickening his pace a bit so as not to lose it]

[the9thdream]

[for the moment, it always seems to be keeping two steps ahead, though it apparently has a final destination in mind]