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The void is everything. Shifting, blinding and endlessly, impossibly bright. A scape of possibilities, the birth of everything that has ever been and everything that has ever been forgotten. She thinks she’ll return here when she dies for real, as will everyone. The void is the thin sheet between the cracks of every reality, after all, and maybe it’ll use her essence to make a copy of her somewhere else.
Whatever. She knows she’ll forget all of this when she wakes up, like she always does, and with it will go her understanding of the universe. For now, though. She knows why she’s dreaming here. It’s the knot in the timeline; the point of origin from whence her reality has looped backwards. It’s the day she’s going to die, like she has already, and she’ll loop back three months, like she has already, and won’t remember any of it save the spots of clarity in her slumber.
She blinks, staring off into the expanse. If this place didn’t fill her with such cosmic understanding, she thinks she’d be grieving for herself right now. She doesn’t. It’s time for her to be awake, anyways. Speaking of…
Beep.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
Beepbeepbeepbeepbeepbeepbeep.
She opens her eyes to the darkness of her room, abnormally tired. It happens sometimes. That doesn’t mean she has to be happy about it. A horrible faux stench wafts up from the pillow, bought on mistake from a factory that thought bubblegum scented laundry supplies were a good idea. Nothing like horribly scented detergent to really say “good morning”. Smelling it now, she’s almost tempted to go throw the thing away, but it’s almost empty and she might as well finish it off. Her wings fold and stretch behind her, working out the night’s kinks.
Beside her on the bed sleeps a large, white mound, curled up in a circle next to her thigh. Zeal barely stirs as she shifts, but she can make out two indignant brown eyes staring at her from the furry mass. The phone on her bedside blinks.
[>8:00. Wake up.]
She sighs. The start of today’s log, updating with the movements of a stranger. Her ward, for the time being, an eccentric man with a slow schedule. She wonders if he’d find it creepy if he knew - she knows she would’ve. Then again, she’d saved him enough trouble that it evened out, karmically speaking.
… not like she can ask him his opinion on it.
