[Some of that deep, low mental vibration flutters, a flash of something silver in dark water. There's a tang of memory with it: somewhere there is a wood so quiet every falling leaf seems to echo; elsewhere there is a room made of concrete and steel with oppressively little future, only someone is smiling and someone is laughing through the tail end of a joke and it isn't unpleasant; elsewhere, a child's weight on his shoulders, their knees locked around his ears and their hands in his as he carries them across some waist deep ford, cold water licking around and past him. None of it's so bright or crowded or claustrophobic as this place is.]
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[Some of that deep, low mental vibration flutters, a flash of something silver in dark water. There's a tang of memory with it: somewhere there is a wood so quiet every falling leaf seems to echo; elsewhere there is a room made of concrete and steel with oppressively little future, only someone is smiling and someone is laughing through the tail end of a joke and it isn't unpleasant; elsewhere, a child's weight on his shoulders, their knees locked around his ears and their hands in his as he carries them across some waist deep ford, cold water licking around and past him. None of it's so bright or crowded or claustrophobic as this place is.]