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// Conversation 
// Story: Dash's Distortion 
// by Rewan Demontay 
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Yawning, Dash tucked in. The void appeared.

How is the fourth week?

“The heat spell drains me.”

Ah, I teach well. 

“Yep.”

How are your friends?

“Desperate…, depressed…. ”

*You must feel bad.

“It… is necessary.”

Only truth matters.

Rainbow returned to lucidity

 Black tendrils crept through her room.