[ Any easy commonality, dreamed of planets and stars of far off places, and one she can continue with better than she does most things. Bleeds her own mind comfortably with it. Safe, warmth, that feeling of laying back and staring up at them. ]
(Once you've got that... I imagine it like a sunrise... that point just between, when you can still see the stars, but it's dim. )
[ Still there, still there, always there, never gone completely, but with that easy feeling, she turns it quiet, like turning down a radio, muffling it. Making it peaceful and quiet and removed. The pleasant chatter of company another room away.
And, after everything that happened, a place to mourn their own losses. ]
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( Once you've got that... I imagine it like a sunrise... that point just between, when you can still see the stars, but it's dim. )
[ Still there, still there, always there, never gone completely, but with that easy feeling, she turns it quiet, like turning down a radio, muffling it. Making it peaceful and quiet and removed. The pleasant chatter of company another room away.
And, after everything that happened, a place to mourn their own losses. ]