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[An eerily lit lab, all colored sick green and yellow from the liquid tanks lining the walls. A figure, naked, looking fresh and newborn, yet all grown, in the center of the room, lifting herself off an examination table to look around, confused.
Confused, as to why surrounding her, on the floor of that lab, on the walls of that lab, are the scattered, scrapped gigai bodies that could have become her. Some of them are still blank slates- only the bare shape of a female entity. Others, in various stages of looking like her- with long, black hair, or dark eyes, a more defined shape.
Some- that look just like her. The ones that could have been her- but didn't succeed.
The failed experiments. ... So what makes her so lucky?]
[posted after the curse end;
... There is nothing we should fear that is within a dream.
Like verbal abuse- a dream is not tangible. It cannot wound, or hurt.
To be perturbed by a dream... would be mere foolishness.
[ooc; whoops meant to get this up earlier- feel free to reply to the dream as a backdated bit if you want, or the currently posted aftermath!]