"We're being boarded," Sariel says, sharp, urgent. "We can't just run. I have to get to my station." A siren blares a red alert warning, as if emphasizing her last word.
Or maybe it's emphasizing Charles's.
The shadows are still clicking. Dreams can be influenced from multiple directions, after all. A dreamer doesn't exist in a vacuum.
Speaking of vacuum. The view from the nearest porthole is pitch black, infinite.
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Date: 2012-10-23 02:29 am (UTC)Or maybe it's emphasizing Charles's.
The shadows are still clicking. Dreams can be influenced from multiple directions, after all. A dreamer doesn't exist in a vacuum.
Speaking of vacuum. The view from the nearest porthole is pitch black, infinite.
Utterly starless.