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Light met Kane's eyes briefly as he fell back towards the ground. Blindness took him over again as the black sludge enveloped him, becoming his body, restoring his previous size and form.
"Get your clothes back on," he heard his attacker say.
Kane opened his eyes again, shaking a bit. The light stung, but these eyes had just been regenerated by the sludge, so it was natural they'd be a bit sore.
"What are you waiting for?" the attacker asked. "Get your clothes."
Kane felt around for his clothes by the base of the tree, and hurried to put them back on. So many weird things happened in so little time.
After about a minute, he was almost completely dressed again. He stood up slowly, using the tree to brace himself.
Kane laughed quietly. He didn't know why he was laughing. Nothing was funny about his situation.
In the past few minutes, he'd had most of his body matter blown off; his size reduced; he'd been swallowed, thoroughly interrogated, barfed back u
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This is a world where hopes and dreams come to die.
A world deeply descended into darkness, yet at the same time, bathed in light.
As far as worlds go, it's an odd one, and far from pleasant. Its unique set of physics allow antimatter to drift by in vacuum bubbles, not really interfering with anything at first.
But when its field decays... then come the storms. The same kind of storm that took everything from me.
Everything has flaws. In all of existence, there is no such thing as true perfection. There is only progress, towards something better.
And making progress... is difficult.
I was born with a heart condition that would cause me to die within a few months of my birth. My father, an amazing man, crafted an artificial heart for me, and I was able to survive, thanks to him.
Over time, voices formed in my head, and kept getting louder and louder, and more numerous. Eventually, they became less prominent; and I got used to them, I guess. I've never reall