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On the other side of the veil of sleep, something was happening to the ç'aether. The rune like formations pulsed with an erratic beat, while the violet light went from non-existent to blinding and back again. If any of the group had been awake to witness it, they would have known that something was wrong, terribly wrong.
The darkness beckons. It holds me. It embraces me. In here, in the void, I am truly alone. The boy, the hermit, the re-mech... All are far away. I am free of their meddling, of their... emotions. In here, I find peace.
I reach forward, into the darkness. Cold glass reaches back. Panic fills my mind, as I struggle against my bonds. It's cold in here, a piercing, bone-chilling cold. Suddenly, a violet liquid fills the void, suffocating me. The glass is all around me. I'm caged. Trapped.
I try to call out, but the gel fills my mouth, choking me. Fear. Confusion. Terror. I know that I should be feeling something... anything, but I just... can't. Through the murky gloom, I can barely make out the shadow of a man. He is standing in front of my... pod? The word sounds right. The man is speaking, saying things to me that I cannot understand. His words are heavy on my mind, and I can feel them setting into my soul.
Soul? Another word that simply pops into my head. Even though I cannot understand what the man is saying, his words sound so... important. I have no strength with which to fight them. I can only obey. I know in my heart, that I will do whatever he asks of me. If he speaks to me, if he commands me, I can do anything.
This is a realisation that should shake me to the core, but it all feels so... right, like everything is how it should be. With weak fists I pound the glass, trying with all my might to get closer to my master. He is so close now.
If only I could hear his voice. If only I could but gaze upon him... then everything would be alright. “She is ready, release her.” Five words, five glorious words that make my heart soar. He spoke to me... to me!
The liquid is rushing out, and air is rushing in, but I do not care. All I want is to hear him speak once more. The pod doors creak open, taking far too long. He needs me. I know he does. He needs me, just as I need him. I need him to command me, to tell me who I am, and what I must do. I cannot resist... I cannot disobey... and why would I want to?
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