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Thoughts and pictures swirled around in a muddled mess as Malcolm sat in the alleyway adjacent to the building Kaylee descended from. He kept seeing metal tables that he associated with shivering. He saw the face of a smiling, bearded man. Yet these images still occasionally mingled with crystalline spires and multiple suns.
Then, images would pass into that of just one sun, shimmering in a pale blue sky next to a white spire, towering over a double armed, cross-shaped building.
In a brilliant flash his juxtaposed memories evaporated in a rush of fire and smoke. He watched; anguish tugging at his heart for reasons unknown, the golden fields burning and the ground shaking beneath his feet. The spire of white and crystal crumbled to the ground, casting clouds of choking dust in every direction.
Every one of these cluttered memories ended the same way: in destruction. He couldn't figure any of it out, so they continued to roll over his mind. Every now and then an image of Kaylee would come across as a brief figure. Then, he would snap out of his reverie to see if she was still near, usually to find her some distance away. This time, he didn't see her at all.
He considered going to find her until he saw her come out of the one of the buildings, his thoughts already returning to confused images. The word 'Institute' played again in his ears, connected to the series of images. A smiling, bearded man, a yellow sun in a blue sky, and a white spire, but he still didn't know what it meant.
Overhearing enough discussion led him to the conclusion that this 'Institute' would give clarity to these jumbled thoughts, and it seemed that it was somewhere up above. As he considered it more and more, his resolve strengthened, and he decided that he needed to visit the place.
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