and away she goes, a spotted grain of sand in the horizon . . . ? but reality doesn't behave the way it should. the flat horizon line bends, arcs into a sphere until their battleground has no beginning and no end— it felt akin to a fishbowl. the rest is black. the rest of the world doesn't exist (it does, but not within the little pocket makima has created for them). from how she was thrown, makima comes around just like the loop-de-loop of a rollercoaster making it back to the station— she, and her many eyes behind her, float. ]
Clever girl. [ she points her finger at the woman soaked in corruption, and with a childish grin, she says: ] Sit.
[ the body may wish to heed her command, but does the mind? ]
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and away she goes, a spotted grain of sand in the horizon . . . ? but reality doesn't behave the way it should. the flat horizon line bends, arcs into a sphere until their battleground has no beginning and no end— it felt akin to a fishbowl. the rest is black. the rest of the world doesn't exist (it does, but not within the little pocket makima has created for them). from how she was thrown, makima comes around just like the loop-de-loop of a rollercoaster making it back to the station— she, and her many eyes behind her, float. ]
Clever girl. [ she points her finger at the woman soaked in corruption, and with a childish grin, she says: ] Sit.
[ the body may wish to heed her command, but does the mind? ]