1110 : Dream
The dream opens up into space - a field of stars, against the black vacuum of the void. It doesn’t feel cold, or airless, though, just a feeling of weightlessness. There’s a figure illuminated against the star-field: Veda, naked and curled in on himself, hair floating around his head in the weightlessness. There are wire-like tendrils of darkness brushing against his back and neck, and then - suddenly, they pull away, and his eyes snap open, red-gold and full of fear. Another person materializes in front of him - Lockon, or perhaps Lyle, though if you know the twins well enough, it’s apparent it’s the former. He’s not wearing anything either, though there’s a distinct lack of detail to both bodies - more like outlines than fully anatomically correct forms.
Lockon smiles, and reaches out a hand to Veda. Veda uncurls slightly, looking a little wondering at the offered hand, and then reaches out his own arm, laying his palm flat with Lockon’s. Lockon’s grin grows, and there’s the faint tentative hint of a smile at the edges of Veda’s lips. It’s not really clear how long this moment lasts, almost like a freeze frame - and then Lockon jerks suddenly, eyes going wide. A red stain grows on his chest - as if he’s been shot in the back. His image starts to fade, and Veda’s eyes go wide, desperate again. “Lockon!” He grasps at the hand, but his own goes through it now, before the scene fades to darkness.