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Ori's dreams were full of light. Everything was overbright, glittering to blind his eyes. Blades of gold pried inside his ribcage, but he knew that there was nothing to find. EVerything was gone. A metal heart couldn't beat; golden blood froze in golden veins. He longed for the shadows, somewhere to hide away from the harsh sun.

His golden eyes searched frantically over the storm-ridden plain, but the clouds wouldn't cast any shade for him. Sometimes he thought that he saw a portion of violet in his peripheral vision, elusive; as soon as he lay his panicked eyes on it, it vanished.

His lungs couldn't work in this brightness. The air bit the scars on his lips, burned his nostrils, scorched his lungs. He NEEDED it, or he was to fade away. Nothing. No soul, no body. He never had a soul, so why was it so terrrible? Was it murder, to kill someone who shouldn't exist? If he didn't exist, then how did it hurt? It hurt...

Unknowing, he came into a soft mist, violet and silver and grey, protectively veiling him from the gnarled, cruel light. He felt safe now, cloaked in shadows, hidden in another world. Nothing was gold here. Nobody could touch him. He breathed easily a sigh of relief and sank to the ground. He could rest now.

Then he remembered that he was gold. His body, his skin and eyes and heart, it was all ugly metal. Nothing but gold, no soul. He didn't need to breath. The mist was a trap, the violet peace a lie.

A beam of light cracked through the failing skyline, all too vivid. He upturned his eyes, which seemed golden cups filled to the brim with tossing liquid metal. He could feel the vapor dissipating around his flesh, rising up like streamers to meet the lightning overhead. The cups of his eyes widened in fear and spilled over, dribbling golden blood down hollow cheeks.

All he could see then was bleached shadow, but he felt the bright rod strike, setting tender skin aglow. The light bloomed in his chest, burning his heart, jerking his bones up into a great flood of pain, until there was nothing left. A scream gurgled in his throat and then died away. Lost in the golden light, everything and nothing, nothing but the laughter of the gods above...

Description
Ori's dreams were full of light. Everything was overbright, glittering to blind his eyes. Blades of gold pried inside his ribcage, but he knew that there was nothing to find. EVerything was gone. A metal heart couldn't beat; golden blood froze in golden veins. He longed for the shadows, somewhere to hide away from the harsh sun.

His golden eyes searched frantically over the storm-ridden plain, but the clouds wouldn't cast any shade for him. Sometimes he thought that he saw a portion of violet in his peripheral vision, elusive; as soon as he lay his panicked eyes on it, it vanished.

His lungs couldn't work in this brightness. The air bit the scars on his lips, burned his nostrils, scorched his lungs. He NEEDED it, or he was to fade away. Nothing. No soul, no body. He never had a soul, so why was it so terrrible? Was it murder, to kill someone who shouldn't exist? If he didn't exist, then how did it hurt? It hurt...

Unknowing, he came into a soft mist, violet and silver and grey, protectively veiling him from the gnarled, cruel light. He felt safe now, cloaked in shadows, hidden in another world. Nothing was gold here. Nobody could touch him. He breathed easily a sigh of relief and sank to the ground. He could rest now.

Then he remembered that he was gold. His body, his skin and eyes and heart, it was all ugly metal. Nothing but gold, no soul. He didn't need to breath. The mist was a trap, the violet peace a lie.

A beam of light cracked through the failing skyline, all too vivid. He upturned his eyes, which seemed golden cups filled to the brim with tossing liquid metal. He could feel the vapor dissipating around his flesh, rising up like streamers to meet the lightning overhead. The cups of his eyes widened in fear and spilled over, dribbling golden blood down hollow cheeks.

All he could see then was bleached shadow, but he felt the bright rod strike, setting tender skin aglow. The light bloomed in his chest, burning his heart, jerking his bones up into a great flood of pain, until there was nothing left. A scream gurgled in his throat and then died away. Lost in the golden light, everything and nothing, nothing but the laughter of the gods above...