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A vortex of viridian sparks resolved into my form. I stood there, a white stick figure in a pale gray dress, my dark hair a messy shadow. A sneeze shook me. Before me, you lay unconscious in the damp grass. As you stirred and your eyes snapped open, I took a step—and my pointed foot caught, sending me sprawling. You scrambled back, your gray body trembling, the stark hole in your head making you look achingly vulnerable. The terror in your stance was clear: you saw an attacker in my clumsy advance. My own frustration melted into pity. Slowly, I raised a hand, not to strike, but to steady. We walked in silence to the broken rocket, where you hastily gathered the tool brush and scattered applications, concealing them from view.