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Like bubbles rising in a glass of sparkling champagne, Honi rose languidly towards the surface of consciousness. He was glad to be back, although he couldn’t quite remember where he’d been. He kept his eyes closed while trying to recall images of the dreams that had plagued him.
There were fleeting impressions and painful bruises on his arms and legs, but he couldn’t get a grasp on any detailed images. There had been people who weren’t quite people, a tall woman towering over him, feet connecting painfully with his body.
He remembered smells wafting around him like colored threads on a loom. There was no rhyme nor reason to the images. Most were confusing, and Honi gave up on trying to make sense of them. With his eyes still closed, he stretched his limbs and reveled in releasing the
