*10*
He floated. Behind the dark, like eyes closed he floated. There was red at the sides and down the middle if the thought about it, but he didn't. He wasn't even there. He floated. A miss and forgotten. Blown and tumbles and spun around through. He drifted as it pleased, but he wasn't even there to notice. There was a thought behind the darkness something pressing close. Something disturbing the black. There was a whisper where there had been no sounds. Smoke drifted. Consciousness returned.
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