Chapter Four

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Doctor Green pushes up in his sheets, sweat enveloping his body in the cool morning air, and thumps his fist against the wall as he sees flashes of the dream that exploded in his mind.

Lowering back to his sheets, he holds his trembling, throbbing hand, and then wipes his face with shaking fingers, shivering as Dencil shifts below.

The purple skies are rising outside, and Green's morning has been permanently ruined. In his dream, the five of them left in the early dawn, but in truth, they were to leave at nighttime, and there was no comet to sample, and the ship was disproportionate, and the fighting didn't make sense, and the shipbuilding logic was all wrong. And...

Green covers his face with his hands and a disturbing wordless song drifts into his head, and as Dencil shifts and goes back to bed- yes, of course he would, they're not getting up yet- Green fights the urge to cry but then cries himself back to bed, and the pink and purple skies slowly rise.

Pink and purple roses alight

And fall and surge into the night

They flower up on daybreak's end

But they're not as false as you think

And what is real is laced within

Green is gone when the others awake.

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