Imagine someone trapped inside a glass tube—a tube with no entry or exit. Only a voidness pool of aqua incases them. They can't speak or they'll drown, but they can hear others. Mummers all at first, then, their pleas of mercy. Men, women, and children, no screams were left unheard. They can only imagine what or who would be able to cause such terror in the eyes to make them scream and beg the way they did. Then it comes.
They were standing over 7ft tall and covered in black and grey. They can try moving but whatever or whoever paralyzes them, no matter how much they try to fight it. They can try to scream for help, but they just gurgle in the water and start to choke.
Before they can even think of dying on their terms, its bladed fang of crimson blue never misses its target. The choking becomes the loudest and most potent as the crimson blue hits the glass, cutting straight through. Only to realize that they've woken up, only to feel for their body to be still intact. Welcome to my endless loop of a nightmare.
This time around I woke up gasping for breaths of air like I was still underwater and engulfed in my sweat beside my pillows. Every time I make sure to feel myself to be real because sometimes it doesn't. Once I realize this is all reality, my lungs stabilize themselves.
The sun glistens through their front window, flickering my eyes until I rise from their couch. The journal lies on the floor where I left it, and looking around the living room could have been an echoing cave because no sounds fill my space besides my own. I go to receive the flak jacket that I left to air dry the day before. The remaining crusty flake of mud brushes off putting it back on.
It could be worse.
Only being here for a day, it's hard to come to grip that you wake up to hear the grass and birds singing to a chorus of the rising sun. Any of us back at the base would be lucky to hear a peep from a crow. I can imagine Joltxs trying to keep it as a pet. Only five minutes awake, and I'm reminded of one of their names.
I would listen to the song of a thousand blaster bolts only to hear any of their voices again over a drink. However, my voice and what I yelled out to my Lincoln last night started ringing throughout my head. The more I sorrow, the less time I'll have to complete my mission.
Easier said than done.
With that, I slowly close the door, and as I do so my ears finally catch wind of a ruckus going on in their kitchen. Reminds me of what I can picture a perfect mess hall to sound like. Ruckus, but nothing beyond that, though where's the fun in that?
I slowly pass the dining room making sure not to enter the kitchen. My head peaks out of the corner to see some of the Foliums. Both Luana and Mr. Corleone sip coffee while reading something through a tablet. To be honest I can't tell who's doing what.
Luna sits right across from them, eating what I presume is bacon and eggs. I can't tell what's more beautiful. The laugh she does while flipping her hair as Luana tells her a joke, or the eggs and bacon themselves sizzling along with her plate and within the pans.
Loran looks to be the true mastermind as she guides the pots and pans as if she has done so with a blade. I don't know how much my stomach can go without rolling because it just hit me that I haven't eaten since leaving my time to come here. Luckily, Luna waves me over, somehow seeing me before I even know she does.
There's no turning back now, so I smile and walk toward them all.
"Looks who's finally awake," Mr. Corleone yells as I take a seat.
"Believe it or not, I usually don't sleep that long."
"Yeah, how can I forget soldiers like you need to be up and early." Luna afterward sends a wink my way. I return her a smile and a slight chuckle to myself.

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