The sound of their singing, the eerie, mournful song of the whales drifts through the Void, the sound filling the air around you, a constant reminder of the changes you've brought about. The Outsider's grip tightens slightly, his arms wrapped around you in a protective, possessive embrace. "They're singing to us," he says quietly, a note of wonder in his voice, "To the Void, to our new connection, to the change we've brought." (Please do not use or publish my story without my consent!)
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