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The darkness around the ship dissipated into a subtle, gradual light.
Everyone on the bridge groaned as the ship began to move in a slow, lilting rhythm through the light.
The ship fell back into an upright position, and Florian crashed to the floor.
He rubbed his head.
“Jesus,” he said.
The entire ship had taken on a shade of gray.
He blinked hard.
He looked down at his hands. They were a pale gray, unlike the usual beige tone of his skin.
Tatiana helped him up. Her skin was pale and gray, and fire red glasses were bright green. Her red lipstick was green, too, making her look sick.
“What’s up with your glasses?” Florian asked.
“I was going to say the same thing about you,” she said.
He looked down at his suit. Instead of white, it was black. His black tie was now white.
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