["yes, it's all right-- my siblings, they-- but this report is off schedule..."
the squirrel seems confused... but then it kind of totally zones out, staring up at the stars, clearly fully engaged in whatever this report is.
then, suddenly, it gasps-
and both of them are struck with overwhelming negativity. so is the mood squirrel, who cries out in distress at the suddenness and strength of it, its echoing voice disjointed.
what is-- is this all that there was-? all of those worlds, so much... so much despair. so cold. so lonely. so sad, so awful. why do they hurt? they hurt, they hurt, they hurt, they-- they hate. they HATE.
the squirrel is trembling, completely shaken by whatever it's being transmitted.
make it stop, please, make it stop-
there is a presence around them, encroaching, but not yet identifiable.]
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the squirrel seems confused... but then it kind of totally zones out, staring up at the stars, clearly fully engaged in whatever this report is.
then, suddenly, it gasps-
and both of them are struck with overwhelming negativity. so is the mood squirrel, who cries out in distress at the suddenness and strength of it, its echoing voice disjointed.
what is-- is this all that there was-? all of those worlds, so much... so much despair. so cold. so lonely. so sad, so awful. why do they hurt? they hurt, they hurt, they hurt, they-- they hate. they HATE.
the squirrel is trembling, completely shaken by whatever it's being transmitted.
make it stop, please, make it stop-
there is a presence around them, encroaching, but not yet identifiable.]