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[ When you next open your eyes, you find yourself standing in a hallway of stained glass windows; the door behind you closes completely shut before disappearing, you in a corridor that leads to nowhere. You're stranded, here . . . wherever you are . . . ?
The light that reflects through the glass is a gentle one, and the whole place seems to glow, almost binding in illumination - it's been recently swept here, or otherwise recently polished so everything isn't so musty; still, there's a distinct feeling of heaviness in the air. One could almost mistake the feeling for reverence.
There's only one direction: forward, into the light. ]
The light that reflects through the glass is a gentle one, and the whole place seems to glow, almost binding in illumination - it's been recently swept here, or otherwise recently polished so everything isn't so musty; still, there's a distinct feeling of heaviness in the air. One could almost mistake the feeling for reverence.
There's only one direction: forward, into the light. ]
7/8
I just remembered there was a hidden place for weak angels to hide during times of crisis. This is a time of crisis, so I'll go there in the morning. This is the best hope that I've got right now.
If they're not there, I don't know what I should do. The number of humans that could help are small, too. They're fragile, and they probably won't be able to endure traveling to different worlds to fight.
I wish I was smarter. Like the general, so I knew what to do.
I wish the general was here.
by the time of these words there's such a heavy sense of loneliness and desperate, slipping hope, that it might feel unbearable. ]