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To be buried alive in sand, 2 brothers and a father all just indifferent to my loss, more concerned with the nostalgic toys they've found. At the bottom of the sandpit I could choose to move in into the afterlife by walking the sand cave into an arena, or attempt to live by climbing back up using the rockwall pegs as the sand continues to fall and fill the pit, consuming both space and remaining oxygen. I manage to make it up and playfully spook my brother's in their chess match before father arrives in a Gundam mech that looks like a rockem sockem robot. He gets upset he doesnt know how to work it, then suddenly perspective shifts and I am now the mother trying to soothe her manchild husband. But then I connect to a new mech that looks extremely feminine and am forced upon by the husband in his mech.

The world feels so small and quiet. sounds seem muted, and there's a faint paino melody i hear vaguely in the background behind the rain. It has an almost classical feel, like a ballroom dance with only You and your soul mate, the rest of the world disappears. I can faintly hear the melody clearer if I concentrate. But it buries itself deeper why I try to concentrate on purpose.

The song comes to me usually, just a bit before I fall asleep. It fills me with a quiet yearning. Like I could spend years upon years yearning for my Soul mate, and I could peacefully yearn even longer knowing that my soulmate is and will still be waiting and yearning for me in return.

Its the only time I ever consider that I could grow older than this. That its not just gonna end soon, whether by accident or purpose. I could have a future beyond this present. I could die of old age. I could live just to live, nothing more nothing less.

I can grow old.

Thats a possibility.

It never feels like a possibility outside of this moment.

B: I have no thunder

C: yeah, he's got lightning

Colonies sent to space to comhat overpopulationon earth. Protagonists are a group of three 4th grade boys, freshly qualifying for the program. They're shot up to space and we see from one boy's perspective as a moving semi-truck uhaul transforms itself into a modern home made specifically for this boy. Excited, he runs in and the first thing he does is check how the locks work. He gets a visit from a government adult as a greeter while he's still figuring it out, who sees he's already trying to lock the door so he excuses himself early from the conversation. Next visitor is one of the other children sent to live in the colony as his neighbor.

Another of the boys from the beginning makes fast friends with a girl who was also sent up, kissing and holding her hand. An adult advisor scrapes his hand and lips with metal sandpaper and a tool that looks like a mini beartrap where the girl touched as black thorny vines begin to grow out of the boy's skin. The adult warns the boy not to go near the girl, for she was sent up with a disease that they didn't want to deal with in earth. The boy, sobbing, refused and ignored the adults suggestion, opting to try wearing thick gloves and carrying the scrapers himself instead.

Space transport, a witchdoctor, a shop that gets closed down but reopens everywhere as if on the run, a corrupt government against allowing its people to gain their own profit, ads that targeted the children only to have them order items that would be immediately seized with no compensation with the excuse that children cannot consent to the purchasing of goods and therefore draining them of all their money and not allowing options to regain it. The boy who loves the girl is slowly being overtaken by the vine virus, he scrapes his own skin off in spots in attempts to maintain it, a big red spot of bare muscle and blood on his right hand where I personally scratch in real life. He offers his own bed to the girl, successfully exposing himself to the virus 24/7.

Trinkets and collectibles all over the galaxy, but only so much ability to carry it all with you.

Whenever I started to fall asleep, my body would feel heavy to move and one thing or another would manage to strangle me in my dreams. Cuddling a stuffed animal? Must be strangling you. Hair too long? Must be strangling you. You sleep on a top bunk? You fall off the side and drag your blankets along with you and you suffocate from them tangling around your throat as you cry for help, calling for your mother whom you haven't lived with since your were a preteen. You dont even know how to scream properly and choke on your own voicebox.

I'd close my eyes, a scenario would play in physically painful detail, and I'd jolt awake to make sure I don't stop breathing in my sleep.

At one point, there was this song that started to play when I closed my eyes. It was kinda enchanting. Piano and music box, maybe a bit of synth. Begins with some simple alternating chords and progresses into so sort of orchestra piece. I could hear it clearly when I drifted to sleep, but then I'd begin to suffocate, and it would silence the moment I open my eyes, only to return moments later as I close them again in exhaust and repeat the suffocating cycle.

...

... and it hurt.

"Did you shower? You don't look like you showered."

And I was all like, "um.. I changed my clothes this morning...."

And then they were all like, "Ew you need a shower"

Person B: What kind of business did you think I meant?!

"I see you've hidden away staches of your magic. Plotting a coo, are you?!"

"So what if I am? All the more ink to slash you to bits! I will not be blackmailed, and i certainly wont go down against the pitiful likes of you!"

"Now, now, settle down, warrior! There's no need to point your brush at me. It's a hostage situation, we're in the same boat here!"

Panic amongst heros about a scandal where someone's secret identity was revealed and the hero was charged with moider of a bystander.