[As your own senses, and the Astral behind it, probes deeper, down through the lines of magic and summoning...
Something slithers back up to meet you, surging through your own energy. It sifts through you, tasting your memories, faces of people, times around a cafeteria table, watching the officers, watching the children play trying to...
They flare up with such intensity that you could be living them, those idyllic days, and leaves you choked in its passing.
You distantly feel your knees hit the ground, outside of that deafening lack of energy. Whatever it was is gone now, leaving something terrible and empty in your chest. Something GONE and you can't quite place what it was, or why it was important.]
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Something slithers back up to meet you, surging through your own energy. It sifts through you, tasting your memories, faces of people, times around a cafeteria table, watching the officers, watching the children play trying to...
They flare up with such intensity that you could be living them, those idyllic days, and leaves you choked in its passing.
You distantly feel your knees hit the ground, outside of that deafening lack of energy. Whatever it was is gone now, leaving something terrible and empty in your chest. Something GONE and you can't quite place what it was, or why it was important.]