Toz was fast asleep drinking in the libations of a fork’s dreamscape. The slumber was quick with partial realities, fragments of memories, and the long faces of people never met. Flying through the Main Belt aboard a space frigate, feeling the strenuous formality of a new body, sensing depths where nothing dwells save for the lifeless landscape cold brings. While under the influence of the other-worldly, Toz became aware of one thing: these were not his dreams.
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