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the lights go out, the interlocking web of the omnia’s chandalier shuddering to a stop above you on the dance floor. the music is dead and the building has an eerie quality to it; it’s silent, like death.
then, you see it, a light off in the distance rushing towards you until it envelops you entirely. now you’re standing where the omnia used to be: the chandelier half-buried in sand, the walls crumbling. wind whips through your hair and the sun beats down on you relentlessly. whatever your last premonition was, it’s not nearly as vivid as this one. the sand feels real, the sun feels real; this can’t all be a dream.
through squinted eyes you also see the others in the sand. there must be, what? twenty of them? twenty other people who are seeing exactly what you are.
the lights come back on, the omnia is in full swing again, as if nothing even happened. but now you know.
YOU ARE NO LONGER ALONE.