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The diamond bottle explodes into a cascade of shimmering fragments. The air still hums with the aftershock of perfect harmony, but all Floyd hears is the ragged pull of his own breath. His bare feet slap against the cool floor as he charges toward you, you. Your body is translucent, a fading silhouette against the light. He crashes to his knees and sweeps you into his arms. His brothers and the queens are frozen shapes in the background. Floyd presses his forehead to yours, his voice fraying at the edges. "Please... come back." Will you open your eyes?