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or, as it is known by the alternative title: HAH I FINALLY FIGURED IT OUT
The laboratory was a mess of mechanical parts, clock work gears and every inch of the lab was coated in dust. Closing her eyes, Eloie flicked her wrist to the left. She imagined a gust of wind, but halfway through it turned into a hurricane that blew through half of her father's laboratory.
"Sorry!" Eloie peeped through her fingers and whispered, "Wind, die..." She tried not to breathe a sigh of relief. Knowing her, the dust would just explode, and a 6am punishment would not be a great way to start her birthday. "Daddy? Where are you?"
( All that's left is to name it. Name it whatever you like, darling -- I've set it to respond only to you, me and your mother. )
Having happy and beautiful memories won't always bring you salvation. The more beautiful a memory is, the more painful it can become. It can even become terrifying -- both for the one who's leaving, and for the one left behind...
-Isla, Plastic Memories
The laboratory was a mess of mechanical parts, clock work gears and every inch of the lab was coated in dust. Closing her eyes, Eloie flicked her wrist to the left. She imagined a gust of wind, but halfway through it turned into a hurricane that blew through half of her father's laboratory.
"Sorry!" Eloie peeped through her fingers and whispered, "Wind, die..." She tried not to breathe a sigh of relief. Knowing her, the dust would just explode, and a 6am punishment would not be a great way to start her birthday. "Daddy? Where are you?"
( All that's left is to name it. Name it whatever you like, darling -- I've set it to respond only to you, me and your mother. )
