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Jan. 15th, 2019 06:43 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
soulmakingsound[She's in the library, her communicator propped against a book to keep it upright. Surrounding her are stacks of other books and dozens of pages with scribbled notes and equations.
She speaks frantically while she works, pen flying over paper. Trying to make sense of -- anything.]
They say it's coming and can't be stopped. What I saw in the Observation Room corroborates. The stars are being devoured. I feel it. Breathing on the back of my neck. Its fingers in my hair.
But if there was a way to avoid it before, it can be avoided again. The nebulous ominous it.
I need more time.
She speaks frantically while she works, pen flying over paper. Trying to make sense of -- anything.]
They say it's coming and can't be stopped. What I saw in the Observation Room corroborates. The stars are being devoured. I feel it. Breathing on the back of my neck. Its fingers in my hair.
But if there was a way to avoid it before, it can be avoided again. The nebulous ominous it.
I need more time.
