02-28-2009, 03:57 PM
Zenis had already fallen asleep, tired and comfortable in the strong arms of his oak in the sky.
However, the red sphere that had melted into the boy's bed stirred. It moved through the fabric of the mattress until it found the kid's neck...and then it snatched the Voice from him. There probably would've been a sharp, scraping feeling. And then the sphere materialized as a tiny, red cage, hanging from the ceiling. Behind its bars was a translucent entity. It glistened in iridescent hues, flowing softly back and forth.
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