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Subject L0EN1 Log Entry 0001 Year X

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- Doctor: L0EN1, you can speak now.

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- Doctor: It's alright. You must be overwhelmed. Not many are given this high an honor at the C.L.O.U.D. Perhaps you'd prefer using the dreamscape to convey your thoughts instead—is there something you find amusing Lieutenant?

- Lieutenant B2: No. Communicating with an embryo through radio waves isn't amusing at all.

- Doctor: Do not hinder the results of this entry.

- Lieutenant B2: Unfortunately Doctor, your bonding time with the subject is over. It's time to release them.

- Doctor:...alright. Your information will be diffused as you descend...

- Lieutenant B2: Doctor?

- Doctor: In a moment...pray that we never meet again L0EN1. Pray.

End Log Entry

Once upon a time,

                                         we were heaven.

Our beings tightly knitted into one single breath, one single pulse, and one single truth that ran through our minds without fail: We are the last. What that meant didn't matter. Who we were didn't matter. As long as shudders of warmth ravished our flesh whenever we followed its thoughts—nothing else mattered.

Until today.

Golden iridescent rays that swam through the entity of blue began to dissolve within shadows. The thrumming of our pulses grew erratic as the shadows clumped into spidery claws. Its needle like fingers began grazing over the feathery wisp encasing the field of clouds, leaving an inky trail of black in its wake. Before we could feel the pinpricks of the shadow however, the ground beneath us began to crumble. Our cries thundered throughout our conjoined thoughts as the haven before us quickly smothered us in thick cloaks of black and blue.

Suddenly, the haven slipped from our grasp as it grew smaller and smaller in the mist. The wails of our entity scattered amongst the firmament, echoing our anguish through muted tongues. We watched the entity scatter—molding to the ventriloquism of the wind—into a sea of smoldering gray titans looming around us.

The firmament grew into a blur until we grew eerily still upon a bed of silvery ash. We felt the edges of ourselves itch at the alien sallow around us, awaiting the rest of our entity to follow. As the faint murmurs of our voice whirled around us, a sudden heat tore through. We cried breathlessly with each violent pulse of heat searing into our limbs—our breath caught in a web white.

Barreling straight from strangled meshes of our core, an earsplitting wail crumbled the wrap around our newly formed mouth. The heat chipped away our entity, sculpting new frothing limbs in place of the bottled frame that was once us. As the heat subsided, our darkened pallor was streaked by a ray of light.

We peered out through cracked lids, rising upon our new arms, and veered our gaze around. Ash scraped across our cheeks as we stared up towards the firmament. Smoldering plumes of gray caged the light spilling messily below; darkening the silhouettes of naked, snapped trees circling us.

Our mouth fell ajar only to splutter at the thick air burning through our lungs. Spittle splattered across the ashen ground as we wheezed heavily. We crumbled to the ground and flinched at the ash's glacial burn against our flesh. Our arms weakly wound around ourselves, our eyes ogling the expanse of skin paler than the ash blanketing us.