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Wiping the snow off it, I turned it in the moonlight. It was a confusing emotion, especially as I couldn't remember having anything like this. I had a feeling of possession towards it, this was mine. They mysterious object looked like a sheathed sword. I examined it with both hands, seeming almost a curved rod. My fingers struck something in the snow, something hard and slender. It was the feeling of chill without the bite that signaled danger or harm. It felt cold, but it was a distant sensation. Fascinated, I drug my hands through the snow in front of me. It occurred to me, belatedly, that I wasn't wearing gloves. The pressure on my back was alleviated, a freeing sensation that took precedence over the expanse of white powder in front of my eyes. My fingers felt different, and holding them in front of my face, I could see they were more delicate and slenderer than I thought I remembered them being. Strength was returning to my arms and legs, enough that I could use my hands to clear the sleep from my eyes.

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I was staring up at a clear night sky, a full moon bright in my vision.

Blinking once, twice, a third time cleared it away. Struggling, I managed to open my eyes slightly.įor a disorienting moment I thought I was seeing that stellar waltz with my real eyes, the perceptions superimposing. My eyelids were leaden, difficult to open. My head pounded, awareness of the pain making it impossible to continue to ignore. Something seemed wrong, somehow, vague sensations of pressure across my shoulder blades. Cold air chilled my lungs, snow clumped between my fingers as I moved them ever-so-slowly. With my mind mostly whole, awareness of my body grew. Some had clustered together, but if there was significance to that, it was beyond me. Thirteen, I thought, though the way they moved and my difficulty focusing made it hard to tell. There were quite a few stars languidly orbiting near me. What had happened? My sense of time reasserting itself, or the hallucinations of a madwoman? By the time I could remember most of what I thought there was to me, they had slowed to a glacial pace. The more whole I felt, the slower those stars moved. I spent a long while recollecting myself.

An awkward life, struggling without realizing there was a struggle to be had. Slowly, I began to remember more of who I was. Whenever a light would come free, it approached me, swirling about me in a parody of the greater dance I was witness to.Įvery time, my mind was assaulted with information that I couldn't retain, the knowledge falling away from me regardless of my meager attempts to hold onto it. My thoughts were disjointed, lurching along. Sometimes, rarely, something would knock a light out of the constellation.Īwareness resolved into a sense of self after an interminable recovery. Occasionally, one constellation or another would come close and fly past. The endless dance continued for a long while.

They whirled about in great constellations, who themselves hurtled through the void. The colors became clearer, stars of all shapes and sizes dancing around each other. Speckles of color dotted the emptiness, shifting and changing.ĭim awareness struggled to exist, weighed down by the remnants of a deep and dreamless sleep.

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