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Nemesis and Hurricane's Ideal World: Session 2
[The sky above is a deep, unnatural crimson, filled with roiling clouds and creatures that are a sickly oil-slick black. They writhe and wriggle like something out of a Lovecraftian nightmare; they have entirely too many eyes, and entirely too many wings, and when they open their mouths, they have entirely too many teeth]
[Below them, the city of Tokyo is half-shattered; above the rooftops, mechanized suits the size of people hover in the air, darting in out of the chaos, laser blasts and explosions and wickedly sharp blades fighting tirelessly against the endless onslaught]
[Until finally, the last creature falls]
[All at once, civilians flood the streets of the city; the lights come on in all the buildings, which somehow have become whole again, safe and unharmed. A cheer goes up from the crowd. Overhead, a stunning fireworks display paints the night with light and color]
[And they all lived happily ever after]
[The end]
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[They aren't yours to keep, though. You know this; it lives deep in your soul as an unquestionable truth]
[Maybe if you offered them up, though. Maybe if you could only give away enough of them. Maybe then…]
[It feels right, somehow, to attach it to the items]
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[Every heart is gone]
[When you turn to look, the crafts are gone, too, and all the materials to make them. Nothing is left; every tag and origami figure and wooden miniature has disappeared. And that's good, isn't it? That's what you wanted]
[Somewhere, they're with someone who wants them. (Are they, though? Did anyone want them at all?)]
[And if, perhaps, the room is a little too empty now with everything gone - if, perhaps, you had always hoped there would be something to replace them when they'd gone - isn't that on you, for not knowing better?]
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