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-- It seemed that everywhere she looked -- or, sniffed, to be more ᴀᴄᴄᴜʀᴀᴛᴇ -- lately, all that Tᴇʀᴇᴢɪ could taste (smell? sense? there were a number of verbs ᴇʟɪɢɪʙʟᴇ) was ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍʙᴜʙʙʟᴇs. With her ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍsᴇʟғ ᴅᴇᴄᴇᴀsᴇᴅ from the ᴅᴇsᴛʀᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴ of Pʀᴏsᴘɪᴛ and the meteor ᴄᴏɴsᴛᴀɴᴛʟʏ traveling from bubble to bubble, she was completely sᴜʀʀᴏᴜɴᴅᴇᴅ by them. It certainly wasn’t a ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴀɪɴᴛ, but it fell a bit short of the ᴏᴘᴘᴏsɪɴɢ side, as well. To her, it was simply a fact.
-- Eᴠᴇɴᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ, Tᴇʀᴇᴢɪ had ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇᴅ that she was tired and left to get some sleep. Of course, she was ᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛɪɴɢ to dream -- ɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴀʟʟʏ, she would visit the ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍʙᴜʙʙʟᴇs, as seemed to be the ᴄᴏɴsᴛᴀɴᴛ. Per usual, she was left unsurprised; the girl appeared to be standing by her hive. It smelled nice, ғᴀᴍɪʟɪᴀʀ, in ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴀsᴛ to how ʙʟᴀɴᴅ and gray so much of the meteor seemed.
-- A nose sniffed the air, ᴀᴛᴛᴇᴍᴘᴛɪɴɢ to sense any other ʟɪғᴇғᴏʀᴍs (or would deadforms be the proper term for ghosts?) that may be ʟᴜʀᴋɪɴɢ nearby. As much as Tᴇʀᴇᴢɪ loved her friends and enjoyed most of their time spent together, some time alone would be ʀᴇʟɪᴇᴠɪɴɢ; everywhere she turned, she felt sᴜʀʀᴏᴜɴᴅᴇᴅ by the living and the dead alike. After a moment, she ʀᴇsᴏʀᴛᴇᴅ to calling out.
-- “Hᴇʟʟᴏ?” Her voice sounded small out in the woods, echoing amongst the leaves and branches. “Is ᴀɴʏʙᴏᴅʏ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ?”
