Then, the world came back together. It was a soft, secret feeling, like snow falling on the inside, a silence quietly beckoning. Ash followed like a child stumbling, bewildered, into the arms of a beloved mother. That was always why she went back. That was what made everything all right. Gave everything meaning, gave it worth. Slowly, she relinquished, allowing all the angles of the horrible world to withdraw and languish in the periphery of her consciousness.
That sweet release never lasted long enough. Not anymore. One was limited in the amount of T13 solution one could inject at any given time by the fact that, to wake up the drug in the viscous green liquid, it had to be boiled. Heavenstep was delicate – there was an extremely finite amount of time it could be heated before the drug began to decay and lose its potency. The more one heated, the longer it took to reach the proper temperature and consistency, and eventually the level and potency of one’s shot would plateau.
And so, Ash was trapped in this ever-waning security. The walls of her fortification were advancing inward upon her.
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That sweet release never lasted long enough. Not anymore. One was limited in the amount of T13 solution one could inject at any given time by the fact that, to wake up the drug in the viscous green liquid, it had to be boiled. Heavenstep was delicate – there was an extremely finite amount of time it could be heated before the drug began to decay and lose its potency. The more one heated, the longer it took to reach the proper temperature and consistency, and eventually the level and potency of one’s shot would plateau.
And so, Ash was trapped in this ever-waning security. The walls of her fortification were advancing inward upon her.
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