This week’s prompt:
He watched the three moons set over his home planet - a sight nobody had seen firsthand in over two centuries. But tonight was different. Tonight...
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Just finished my entry - trying something new
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*** A Waltz Beneath the Eye
Glowing with a strange intensity. An energy field sparked and crackled around the bright metal orb hovering above the garden... like a huge, glowing eye.
Beneath it, Audrey tipped her face up, squinting against the harsh light at the usually stable, glitching barrier. The hairs on her arms prickled at each crackle as it spat out sparks like angry wasps. She was trying to decide whether it was more dangerous today than yesterday or just noisier.
The Orb had always hung over the centre of the garden, watching her. She had woken beneath it years ago with no name for this place, no idea how she’d got there, and with no one else alive within sight her only comfort were her dreams.
On her first days there, she was scared, there were no bird calls, no insect hum, just wind hissing over empty soil.
She noticed that sometimes the Orb's smooth surface flickered, then it displayed various measurements: oxygen, safe travel distance, radiation. She didn’t understand the numbers. She didn't need to. She had tasted the bitter ash of the barren lands beyond the garden when she stood at the edge of the Orb's influence, and she was pretty sure that the angry red lights next to the radiation levels weren't a good sign.
It was hard for her to believe there were any other green spaces in the world. Her hands had become calloused through her efforts to care for the place, planting crops and flowers to live and make it more homely and so she could survive.
Being alone wasn't new. It was just Audrey Kline against the world, as she had often told herself. Even before the garden, she had shivered alone in the streets of a city of metal and steam that were bathed in coloured light reflected from stained glass.
*** Dreams Troubled Her The Most
By day she watched clouds roll by whilst tending to her garden under the watchful gaze of the Orb; by night, her dreams troubled her.
Specifically, the man who visited her in her dreams, dancing with her among the stars from dawn until dusk.
She wore her hair long for him, believing he'd like it. It trailed down her tattered navy vest, and tickled the bare skin at her sides through the vest's frayed gaps as she moved. She wanted to believe that the touch of the softly curled ends were his fingers tracing over her skin.
With each step of their unchanging dance, he guided her farther along a shimmering trail beneath a three‑mooned sky with no end in sight. As she mastered one sequence, he revealed another. His presence comforted her so completely that she didn’t care where he was leading her.
If she misstepped or broke the pattern, he gently corrected her, tightening his grip or redirecting foot, the expression on his face never changing, and then the dance reset to its beginning.
Something about him was familiar. She believed it was more than just a dream. She promised herself that one day she would find him.
They only danced. He never spoke to her. He didn't need to. The subtle placement of his hands on her body, the gentle guiding touches that led her movements told her all she needed to know about him.
A low hum pulsed beneath the rhythm, a gentle vibration through her ribs, as if each turn and dip carried hidden meaning.
She watched his lips as they danced. Hoping one day that a sentence or a word might break free from them while he held her close.
An odd feeling struck her when she stared deep into his dark green eyes, something about them seemed cold and distant.
In her most recent dream she had tried to kiss him, out of curiosity. To her surprise he did a swift twirl and pulled out of reach.
Unsure whether the movement had been part of the dance or intentional. She became worried that he might not visit her again. With this in mind she didn't think she'd try to kiss him again. Not anytime soon at least.
*** Sparks of Warning
A sharp crackle and a sharp ozone tang in the air snapped her attention back to the Orb. Audrey watched, open‑mouthed, as a ball of glowing plasma burst from the bright sphere in the sky.
The green plasma struck the ground with a wet pop, bursting into a flame that sent a splash of plasma toward her calves as she ran. Where it hit the ground it flared briefly before fizzling out. She stumbled in panic, her heart hammering against her ribs, and dove beneath the old gnarled tree. Its roots scraped her legs as she hit the ground.
Through the lattice of limbs she could still see the Orb, glaring down. The tree's clusters of soft purple summer blooms had given way to bare branches, but the trunk still offered some cover. It would have to be protection enough... for now.
It looked safe for the moment. The floating Orb had been on the fritz for a while now. All she could do was hope that it sorted itself out.
She went to the water basin that she'd made from an old wooden stump that she kept filled with water from a nearby stream then washed her face with the cool water, and wet her long black hair.
She tipped her head to look at her reflection in the water, causing the damp strands of her hair to shift playfully as she looked fully at her reflection in the water. Recently, a faint glimmer of light had started glowing within the gold-flecked irises of her eyes that hadn't been there before. She hoped it wasn't anything to worry about.
Taking a wider look at herself, she was unsatisfied by her appearance, so she took the sharpened twig that lay beside the basin and applied a blue accent to her eyes using a flower dye compound she'd made, just to please him.
The sound of another plasma ball hitting the ground distracted her. This one was red, and when it popped it spread a burst of red fire.
Over the past few months she’d watched leaves and flower petals curl, turning brittle and brown as the stems sagged, which caused the air nearby to lose its sweet scent and take on a faint, sour smell. She noticed the decay had started around the same time as the Orb had started sparking and spluttering its sparks outward.
As she considered recent events, she was unaware that the Orb's occupant was watching her from above.
*** Tomory's Awakening
Tomory opened his eyes. He thought about the dream. She had tried to kiss him, hadn't she? He had wanted to kiss her back, but he couldn't remember if the Orb had pulled him back or if his nerves had made him pull away.
He didn't know why he was nervous. Kissing her was all he had wanted since he first saw her. Maybe it was because he hadn't planned for it. He had to teach her the steps. That was what was important, but he didn't know why.
Somehow he knew that dancing was a remnant of his old life. Something the Orb couldn't erase. His price for survival aboard the Orb was to have his mind-wiped, which was something to do with limiting distractions.
Sometimes during the dances He pictured an audience watching him in awe as he floated across the stars.
Now awake, he exited unsteadily from the sleep pod, then pulled on the stiff, scratchy clothes he was provided and rushed to the Orb’s viewing window... just in time to see Audrey dash beneath the tree, fleeing the fading green blaze.
The event log showed a red one was due to be launched any moment. It was obvious to him that Orb planned to keep her from wandering off.
He wondered if the reason for the Orb keeping her captive was due to the tri-moon event that was due to take place in less than a week when the radiation would be highest.
She wasn't affected by the radiation, but he didn't understand why. He wished he could go down to her, to speak to her in person, and gaze deeply into her gold-flecked eyes again. However, he knew would just have to make do with his visits to her dreams.
*** Audrey's Arrival (Tomory's Secret)
He remembered the day she arrived. The Orb had woken him with a report that another ship had crashed, and as usual, his services were required.
He had lost track of how many waking cycles he'd been woken for. He was woken this time due to the upcoming tri-moon event that happened every couple of hundred years.
The computer log showed that this ship had been lured, like the others, by an old distress beacon that couldn't be shut off. Every ship that arrived was unprepared for the lethal radiation that covered the planet.
Following the crash, the Orb would harvest what it could, including parts and fuel, then Tomory was left to handle the dead.
He placed them in the spooling room to be turned into living filters that the Orb used to help with its primary directive to scrub the world of radiation and clear radiation from the area.
He found her unconscious amongst the wreckage that had Orb pulled from the crash site. She awoke while Tomory was examining her for injuries. She had no memory of anything before that moment so she panicked, forcing Tomory to sedate her. The test results revealed she was immune to the radiation. She was what the Orb was searching for.
He hoped the Orb wouldn't hurt her. According to the manual he'd found the Orb was a Life Preservation Device after all.
From just one look in her gold flecked eyes he felt the urge to save her. To help her survive he gave her a memory, he stitched together fragments from the Orb's memory banks of the last city to fall.
The backstory he gave her was like his, an orphan fighting for survival in the streets, until a mysterious benefactor rescued her and took her away and gave her paradise.
After the memory implant, he had then carried her carefully to the Orb's airlock in his arms, but couldn't shake the guilt of putting her onto the surface alone. The Orb then used its retractable arms to deliver her safely to the surface.
*** The Life Preservation Device
The Orb was described by an army manual as a "Life Preservation Device," built to absorb the planet's radiation. Tomory found it odd that it never mentioned using human bodies as filters. When he'd queried the Orb's AI, it just said: Classified.
He thought about her constantly and watched her from the window and through the monitors that allowed him to see her dreams. He kept copies of her dreams stored away so he could watch them anytime he wanted.
With surprising ease he had learned how to send messages through her dreams, his fingers moved with purpose, finding the symbols before his eyes did.
A feeling welled in the pit of his stomach while watching back one of the dream dances. He gazed longingly at the contours of her body, the way the corners of her mouth turned up as she smiled at him, but through all of their interactions he couldn't bring himself to make his dream avatar smile back. He was jealous, he wanted to be there himself. He didn't want the Orb's depiction of him to take his place. He wanted her to be his.
*** The Hatch
Audrey had to move from under the tree. It was too dangerous not to; the plasma blasts were growing more frequent. She needed to find somewhere beyond the vision of the Orb. She saw a metal hatch lay half‑exposed in the scorched earth, revealed by the flames of a recent plasma blast.
It was an old maintenance hatch. Her nails splintered on the baked dirt as she cleared the remaining dirt with her hands, then hauled it open. A belch of stale air, rust and oil escaped from inside and choked her throat, forcing coughs that echoed down the black ladder.
The ladder descended into darkness, which she climbed down. The rungs chilled her palms, that were slick with condensation. At the bottom she found a large metal door with a large wheel that she had to lever open with nearby metal rod.
The wheel ground open with a teeth-rattling screech, spilling her into a room with musty smell. It was filled with stacks of paper. The smell of old leather and an acrid ink-smell hit her as she entered.
She had found a military bunker, filled with paper documents and paraphernalia. She started to dig through, but she couldn't understand the strange language written on the papers so she focused on finding pictures, which included the newspaper comics.
The cartoons looked like warnings.
Audrey then saw a device with a blinking green light. She went over to it and pressed a rectangular shape at random, a speaker went 'Fzzzt!', she pressed another and it beeped. She then found what looked to be an instruction manual for it hanging off a nearby hook and followed the pictures. It was some kind of communication device. She picked up the handset and spoke into it as directed..
"Hello? Hello?" she said.
*** First Contact
The speaker hissed like frying fat, then his voice rolled out through the old speakers, filling the bunker with his strange accent with rich extended 'R's that crackled across her skin like a static kiss as he spoke, "I hear you, can you hear me?" Recognition jolted her chest and breath caught in her throat as the words continued.
She picked up the handset again and spoke through it, "Who is this?"
There was a brief burst of static before the response, “The name’s Tomory. It’s good to hear another voice!” He laughed.
Tomory really was happy to actually talk to someone else, not just because it was her. He had missed talking to people. It felt familiar somehow as if it wasn't their first time talking.
"Hello Tomory, my name's Audrey, Audrey Kline and it's good to hear your voice too!" She laughed as she spoke, she laughed at the absurdity of speaking to someone else.
“Ow‑dree?” he said, repeating the name back to her.
"No, it's pronounced 'Or-dree'" She teased. He tried a few times, and almost got it right before giving up with another chuckle that she found endearing.
She already felt like she'd known him for years. The static crackled, echoing around the bunker.
The man's laugh was how she thought He would laugh... a gentle sound that was both warm and reassuring.
"Where are you?" she asked, giddy at thought that it might be His voice. A light blinked on a nearby device... the blinking was a pattern, 1-2-2, like steps from her dream dance.
Static crackled. "I'm above you I believe. I'm in the Orb." He laughed again, this time a little more nervously.
She half-expected the laugh, but not the fear in his voice. He had always been so confident in her dreams. Was this the real him? The warmth in his voice combined with his imperfect timbre excited her more than any dream version of him could.
"In the Orb? How? What are you doing up there?" She asked. She was still smiling as she spoke, intending the comment to be a light-hearted query rather than an accusation.
He took the cue, "Oh! Just hanging around! Actually, I've been waiting to talk to you it feels like I've been waiting an eternity to hear your voice." He said.
She paused, not wanting to embarrass herself. Everything was so easy in the dream, simple instructions to a backdrop of vibrant colour and stars. Now it was real... she could say anything. If she said the wrong thing he might not like her. Her stomach twisted into knots with worry.
"Are you still there?" He asked nervously, wondering if he'd been too enthusiastic.
She crushed the cold plastic handset in her hand, too tightly, her fingers slipped on the talk button as she tried to press it, which flustered her, so she just blurted out words, "Yes! I'm here! Sorry, I was just thinking. What do you mean waiting to talk me? Why can't you come down?"
"It's too dangerous for me down there, but you're different... in a good way! You can live down there but I can't... we're made different."
"What do you mean by 'made different' she asked."
"Well, you might have noticed that nothing survives beyond your garden. You're like a flower, and I'm more like a cup of milk. Whereas you flourish, I taste good to start with, but would eventually turn sour, does that make sense?"
She took a moment to think about what she'd say next, "Not really. I don't know what milk is. There's something about your voice though. I have a strange request, would you please tell me what colour are your eyes?" she asked nervously.
There was a pause, then a small chuckle, "Green... a darkish green." He said.
"I knew it! You're Him! You're in my dreams? How? What?" She stammered.
"I hoped you'd remember, I wasn't sure if the dreams were purely subconscious or if you were aware of them."
"I knew you existed, something inside told me! How though?"
"It's the Orb, it lets us talk. I can send the pictures down to your mind via the Orb when you sleep. It was the only way I thought we could meet. I hoped maybe one day you'd find a way to talk to me."
Audrey couldn't see the Orb above them right now from beneath the ground, but it was there. He was there. It was a lot to take in.
They continued to talk back and forth about nothing and everything. She raved about her carrot growing skills, while he went on about the protein fabricator on board the Orb, which produced food that sometimes made him gag. He told her he was jealous of her garden, which made her tell him all about the fragrances produced by the flowers and sensation of the wind against her skin.
Later, the conversations turned to their current situation. She asked him about the plasma balls that she had seen recently. He tried to reassure her that it was a maintenance issue, which would be resolved soon. He didn't want to scare her.
All he said was, "It's hard to explain. You're safe where you are.", which she begrudgingly accepted.
"Where are you? What have you found down there?" Tomory asked, trying to change the subject.
She hesitated before speaking, "It's some kind of soldier bunker maybe? It seems familiar somehow, but that doesn't make sense."
"Anything interesting down there?" His voice crackled through.
"Just a tonne of paperwork that makes me think I should be far, far away from that Orb!"
"That'll do you no good. The planet's full of radiation. Very bad idea."
"Why's that? What can you tell me about that Orb?"
"Only what it says in the manual, I don't get out much! I only know that if I step down beside you I'll probably turn into a pile of irradiated mush." Tomory laughed.
"I have some questions. Why am I here all alone on this planet? Where is everyone? I feel like I know things, but they're around corners in my mind and they don't want to be found. Do you know anything about the moons on this planet? I dreamt about them. Why are there three of them? Are they important?"
Tomory paused, then paused some more as he tried to come up with a response that would fit, "It's just how the planet is... some planets have one moon, others have six. This one has three."
"Okay, but why does it look like they are due to set at the same time? Does that mean anything?"
His response was delayed again, she grew suspicious, but then came his response, "There's a lunar event coming when the three are due to set together. It's something that happens only once every couple of hundred years or so. There might be more information about it where you are in that room. Have a look around and tell me what you find."
She was about to interrogate him further, but then decided to have a look around instead as he suggested.
She selected a few drawings and picked up the handset to discuss them with him, "I don't know what the words say, but I've found some pictures and cartoons along with some other documents too. It doesn't look good. The cartoons show the Orb as some kind of metal monster that destroys metal things with people inside... the pictures show piles of skeletons too. Is the Orb bad?"
*** The Past Revealed
A sharp discordant sound rang through his head painfully as he wondered if the Orb was bad or not. It was as if something was blocking his thoughts, he shook his head to clear it before responding, "I don't know. Is there any sound or video stuff down there that you can play through the comm?"
She noticed a shiny glass screen on one of the walls. Built into the base of the unit was a slot that had a rectangular object sticking out. She pushed the object and it slid inside then a video started to play, it showed the Orb. There were also people on the video, talking about it. She could tell they were scared.
She picked up the handset and aimed it at the screen so Tomory can listen in too, "I've found something, it looks like a news reel. Oh, and there's another here that looks a bit more soldier themed" She said. She the played the tapes she found one after the other whilst Tomory listened in.
Another tape... a military report... called the Orb defective, claiming it followed its own directives now, attacking humans city by city, feeding on them to survive.
She spent the day in the bunker talking to him until the sun went down, which she didn't see due to being deep underground,
"Is the sun still up? I feel tired." She asked.
"No it's been down a while, maybe you should try to get some sleep?"
"I think I will. I'll probably sleep better down here knowing I'm not going to be woken by one of those exploding things. Goodnight Tomory!
"Goodnight Audrey" he says.
He waited a while before turning on the monitor. She appeared on the screen just as she did every night. She was dancing. He watched the practised movement of her body, throughout the complex dance, he checked the steps and saw her complete a perfect twirl. Her form was perfect. A short time later he went to sleep himself. Happy that she was nearly ready.
*** Tomory's Guilt Awakens
He barely slept due to the words of newsreel and military reports rolling through his mind. What he understood fit like puzzle pieces into half-complete jigsaw. Each detail filled more blanks, memories that had been erased by the Orb.
Guilt was what kept him awake. It had wormed its way through his gut. Not just for his hand in helping the Orb to harvest the bodies of unwary travelers, but also for his part in sending Audrey to the surface. Now he was aware that the Orb had potentially killed all the people in the world he felt sick.
To make things worse. After he found out the Orb could only sustain one life. He made sure that he wouldn't be the one to be sent to the surface. The lab results showed she was immune after all. He was forced to live with his decision, watching her struggle daily in her efforts.
Tomory checked the Orb's itinerary. The primary resource was due to be harvested at the tri-moon event. The primary resource was Audrey.
*** The Plan Forms
He read through the manual inside the Orb again, trying to find some way to save her. He saw he had a chance and told her to stay in the bunker and wait for his instructions.
He had given her a false childhood, a false rescue, and somehow the only true thing left was how much he wanted to protect her now.
His experience with the AI told him it was smart, but watching the sparks jumping of the energy field he agreed with the report Audrey had read out to him. The Orb was defective. He thought it odd that the Orb had chosen this location nearby to a military bunker... surely it would want to be as far away as possible from one? Then it clicked in his head... The Orb was defective. If it was fully functional then it wouldn't have chosen to stay here. Some fault in its system must have brought it here. This was exactly in the wrong place for it. Therefore it must be in the right place for them to take advantage of it!
*** The Three Moons Set
He watched the three moons set over his home planet - a sight nobody had seen firsthand in over two centuries. But tonight was different. Tonight...
He would give up everything for her. She had to live.
The blazing orb started to descend.
It had located her inside the bunker.
It needed her for its plan.
It extended a long claw and started to pull at the damaged hatch.
The claw eventually ripped the door off its hinges. It then fed its retractable arm deep down the drop to the base of the ladder where it would try to break through the bunker door.
It needed the primary material for its task. It needed Her.
Tomory would not allow it. He struggled against the manual controls of the ship trying to pull it away from the bunker below, but it was too strong.
In his mind a haunting melody rose through the static. A clear sound that signalled the beginning of the end.
It was an old waltz tune, accompanied by the memory of feet tapping gently on a great glass floor, in a city shrouded in steam.
He had danced before the Orb once in his past life. He was certain of it. It was now time to dance again. One final time.
"I need you to dance, just like I showed you! Just like in your dreams!" He shouted through the comm device.
She heard the scratching and scraping of metal on metal above and began to freak out, "This is no time for dancing!" She screamed back as the claws scraped at the metal above her.
"Dance with your fingers, on the buttons. Go to the computer!"
*** The Final Dance
Audrey wondered what he was on about until she pictured the dance steps and made the same movements over the desk in front of her with her fingers. She started pressing the buttons. Her muscles moved *before* she could think about it, as if guided by the memory of his hands on her shoulders from the dream dances.
The movements were precise, but she didn't know the intent of her keystrokes.
Tomory looked out from the Orb's window toward the bunker below as various warnings popped up on the screen. The AI wasn't able to stop it, which made him happy.
He had felt compelled to teach her the dance, but he couldn't figure out where the steps had come from. In that moment he wondered if he'd always been Tomory? What if he'd had his memory given to him like hers had?
It was this abstract thought that slotted the final piece into place.
*** The Countdown
Audrey froze as the console flashed and hummed, its vibrations buzzed up through her elbows. Her fingers hovered above the keys while the countdown appeared... it showed less than five minutes remaining... she found it hard to breathe in that moment.
Instinctively she moved to press the buttons to initiate the final sequence to destroy the Orb using its failsafe codes, when she heard his voice through the speaker.
"I'm sorry Audrey, I didn't know!" She heard Tomory confess through the speaker.
With worry in her voice she responded, "Didn't know what?"
A pause cracked between them.
“How special you truly were,” he said quietly.
Her throat tightened. “What do you mean? Special how?”
“You came here on a ship. You were unconscious when I found you. You’d lost everything including your memories, your name. Even your crew… none of them survived. The Orb took them.” His breath caught. “It harvested the wreckage. Ate them. Only you survived.”
Audrey’s pulse spiked. “That’s... no. That can’t be true. What ship? What crew? Why don’t I remember any of that?”
“Because the Orb... because the Orb and I gave you a new memory,” he confessed, voice shaking. “It said it would help you adjust… the Orb said you would be more likely to survive if you had a memory. I went along with it. I was trying to help. The memories, the garden, it all came from some old memories from the Orb's files that I stitched together."
“You went along with it?” Her voice cracked, anger flushing hot beneath her skin. “You *lied* to me? The dream, the dancing, was that all fiction too?”
“No,” he said quickly, desperate. “Not the dance. That was real. I don’t know how, but it’s always been real.
When I gave you the memories I felt the need to give you a real memory so I gave you one of mine. That memory connected us somehow, it drew out a past memory of mine that I haven't been able to shake since. It’s the only thing that was mine before this place… before the Orb.”
There was silence. Only the hum of the machinery and the low whir of the countdown filled the gap.
“I think I knew,” she whispered at last. “The past you gave me... it never fit. The city, the streets, none of it ever felt like mine. Only the dancing did.” She felt her hands tremble. “But this... all of this... still doesn’t make sense.”
“It doesn’t have to,” he said. “Just know that it's real and we need to hold onto it to survive here. The melody will find you when you let it. I know the dance is older than our current memories. When I gave you my memory I think it was a key to unlock yours. I don't know how, but think you’ve always known the steps, my role was to help you awaken them. The Orb can change memories, but it can’t touch rhythm. It has no soul. Please... complete the sequence!”
She swallowed hard. Then she started to move... click, clack, clickety clack... moving her fingers like footsteps, arcing her wrists precisely, all to imitate the same motions she had traced a thousand times in her dreams.
The console responded, pulsing in triple-beat patterns.
The melody of her nightmares came alive through the blinking lights, in reality, now transformed into a shutdown sequence..
*** The Last Dance
“Tomory… what’s happening? What did I just do?”
There was only silence from Tomory so she screamed into the handset, “I've finished the sequence! What happens when the dance is finished!?” her fingers quivered as they poised over the keys.
Static filled the line before his voice broke through it... hoarse, urgent, and full of something she hadn’t heard before.
“It ends,” he said. “For me, at least.”
As heartbreak took hold of Audrey, Tomory laughed, a strange, light sound that carried both joy and sorrow. “I’m sorry for laughing,” he said as fragments of a memory had flashed into his head of a concert hall on the final night of a performance.
The memory came to him in full. It was the night that the Orb would come, the night it had given him the choice to serve or die, “It's just… it’s just such a beautiful way to end things.", He mumbled. She would live, and the Orb would die, that was all that mattered, "I'm glad I got to speak with you and hope you find happiness, Audrey. I only wish I could see the sky with you.”
The finality in his voice pierced her like a knife. The countdown ticked lower, ten, nine, eight.
With tears in her eyes she pictured the trails of shimmering stars in her dreams and the man who took her there. Tears slid down her cheeks, quiet and steady. She looked up, though there was only concrete above her. It was too late to stop the event now. “Thank you,” she whispered. “For showing me the stars.”
The lights flared once more... and the line went dead.
Although he had believed that every code-dance was a way of being close to her even though he couldn't touch her. His subconscious had other intentions.
With the final pattern completed; the Orb imploded.
The comm line went dead. The Orb's control over her was broken. Her memories of the dance hall had returned fully. The Orb had only blocked her memories, her memory had not been wiped as they believed.
When the memories crashed back with lights, music, dark green eyes and a flash of a smile. She now remembered that she and Tomory had been working for the resistance to destroy the Orb and had planned for their capture.
They'd trained for months, putting the killswitch code into dance steps. They'd become close. They knew that even if their minds were wiped that their bodies would remember.
A wave of sadness hit her. Although the memories had come back Tomory never would. The only place they could dance now was in her dreams and she planned to visit him every night.
She climbed the ladder to see colourful flares of light shoot out from the dying Orb that looked like fireworks. Tomory's final gift to her she thought.
She closed her eyes to sleep. Beneath the gnarled tree, a familiar hand took hers.
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