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Good god, it was cold. It was colder than anything I had ever felt in my life. It clawed at my skin, the pores themselves trying to rebel from the icy attack. It was thicker than regular water, and my quickly numbing limbs fought against its molasses-like texture. I tried to find the surface, but everywhere I looked was the ebony abyss of the stream. I flapped my wings and kicked with my legs as my lungs began to burn. The stream was so narrow, the sides had to be close, I thought. This is the Void, another thought answered, nothing is as it seems. I was beginning to move more slowly in the icy darkness. A voice, louder than the others, rolled through my brain; if you don't get your head together, you are going to die here.
"Just think of home, darling, think really hard!"
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