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Lyulfe
Lyulfe could feel himself floating, surrounded by what felt like the sea. A sea of azure and violet light. He felt so calm, but so tired... His weariness began to drag him closer to the bottom of the well of light, the colours becoming darker shades of purple and blue... He raised his eyes slightly to look at the surface so far above, his blurring vision watching with disinterest the humans and creatures scuttling about their business all over the world.
Lyulfe... a sweet voice called to him, a note of worry in its tone. Lyulfe sighed in response, unable to form words. Lyulfe... it is not your time to go... you are still needed... you promised to return... the voice chastised sadly. He attempted to raise an arm in response, but found he was too heavy to move. He was slightly surprised that he was now in his true form, but it seemed to make sense in this strange place, somehow...
Please return... was the last plaintive cry he heard before the darkening colours enveloped him.
Rong feels a sudden unexplained chill pass through her.
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