Jul. 1st, 2006

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Another dream....

Light coruscated, flickering, flashing and spitting, only barely contained by an energy matrix. The raw stuff of life, harnessed and resentful. It threw highlights across the features of a small man who watched it on a monitor in a dark, dim room. Shadows flickered and danced behind him and the light threw highlights of ever-changing colour across his drawn features.

He seemed to blend into the dark of this room, clad in sombre colours that seemed terribly unlike him, still and silent, watching the screen.

"Our last ... only chance," he whispered, one hand coming up to trace a trail of light that added to the web of afterimages that glowed on his retinas.

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