Emily watched Arlie from the space in between
She wished she could reach through and touch his face, tell him everything would be okay, that she was still with him
But Arlie could not hear her now
He could not even remember her name
Her wish reached him in the form of a warm, pink glow on his cheeks
The sensation bloomed into a vision:
Volcanic pools of gold and emerald swirling beneath a dusty plum sky
Steam rising like secrets from the Earth
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