"Arthur Inkwell here. I've no earthly idea how this thing is supposed to work, but leave me a message if you're so inclined. I'll retrieve it at some point or another!"
[ Arthur heaves a shaky sigh, staring down at the phone in his hands for a long while as he tries yet again to sort out how he's feeling. It proves a bit easer, somewhat removed from his rude awakening, though the results are no less unnerving. ]
It is difficult to explain, but I feel as if I've lost something. Perhaps not something large or terribly important, but I notice the absence of it.
When a baku feeds too much, and unnecessarily, it might leave the dreamer wanting. A feeling of hollow purposelessness, in however that manifests in the individual.
The dream was severed before it could fully gorge itself. What has gone missing should return itself to you, slowly.
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[ Arthur heaves a shaky sigh, staring down at the phone in his hands for a long while as he tries yet again to sort out how he's feeling. It proves a bit easer, somewhat removed from his rude awakening, though the results are no less unnerving. ]
It is difficult to explain, but I feel as if I've lost something. Perhaps not something large or terribly important, but I notice the absence of it.
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Another long pause.]
When a baku feeds too much, and unnecessarily, it might leave the dreamer wanting. A feeling of hollow purposelessness, in however that manifests in the individual.
The dream was severed before it could fully gorge itself. What has gone missing should return itself to you, slowly.
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I see. I take some solace in knowing it isn't permanent.
Still, if it's all the same to you, I think we ought to call this the end of that little experiment, for now.
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[Short, curt. Dream has clearly fallen into a dissatisfactory, sullen mood -- guilt and frustration are an easy spiral down that route.]
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You may have all the time you need.
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