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anchorage
He was warned about childhood floods.
He was not warned about this. Everyone has had their age adjusted, seemingly completely at random, and the Admiral apparently decided that for the full three-hundred-year experience, he had to be properly a ghost again.
For a moment, the sheer confusion is crippling - having his senses reduced back to sight and sound after months of tactile existence feels like waking from a vivid and beautiful dream, all the moreso given the barge's absurdities, except that he knows perfectly well that he can't dream. Not like this. Not in his real life.
But he can still see his room, perpetually lit, with his multicolored wall and his golden one, can still hear the wind chime turning in its corner. And in the bed, he can see Fives, alone, already startling awake at the sudden lack of weight.
He was not warned about this. Everyone has had their age adjusted, seemingly completely at random, and the Admiral apparently decided that for the full three-hundred-year experience, he had to be properly a ghost again.
For a moment, the sheer confusion is crippling - having his senses reduced back to sight and sound after months of tactile existence feels like waking from a vivid and beautiful dream, all the moreso given the barge's absurdities, except that he knows perfectly well that he can't dream. Not like this. Not in his real life.
But he can still see his room, perpetually lit, with his multicolored wall and his golden one, can still hear the wind chime turning in its corner. And in the bed, he can see Fives, alone, already startling awake at the sudden lack of weight.