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As night rolls on in the desert, the wind blows, shifting sand and cloud and stars. Sagegrass sways, creating a soft, hollow song, and the landscape slowly reshapes itself, in preparation for a new day.
And through these changes, through these renewals, Johnny Destiny sleeps.
In his dreams, the desert is the same, only every now and then there's something slightly out of place. One cactus is bright blue, a sand dune is streaked with vibrant pink and orange. He lives his waking life in neon - so why should this one be any different?
He walks to the edge of the pond, now glowing yellow and blue, and scoops up the water, cups it in his hands for a moment, reflecting. Then, quietly, he strips and wades into the water, letting the small waves lap at his skin.
It's a good night for a swim - but then again, every night is. He's always loved the water, the feeling of floating, of freedom. With a slow sigh, he drifts out to the center of the pond and looks up at the stars. Asleep or awake, he feels like he could stay here, in the desert, for as long as he needs. It's peaceful, here - a far cry from the recent chaos at Milliways - and he's starting to slowly feel his spirit fill back up, life-water seeping through his skin to his veins.
It isn't nearly full enough yet, though.
Not enough to go back. Not yet.
And through these changes, through these renewals, Johnny Destiny sleeps.
In his dreams, the desert is the same, only every now and then there's something slightly out of place. One cactus is bright blue, a sand dune is streaked with vibrant pink and orange. He lives his waking life in neon - so why should this one be any different?
He walks to the edge of the pond, now glowing yellow and blue, and scoops up the water, cups it in his hands for a moment, reflecting. Then, quietly, he strips and wades into the water, letting the small waves lap at his skin.
It's a good night for a swim - but then again, every night is. He's always loved the water, the feeling of floating, of freedom. With a slow sigh, he drifts out to the center of the pond and looks up at the stars. Asleep or awake, he feels like he could stay here, in the desert, for as long as he needs. It's peaceful, here - a far cry from the recent chaos at Milliways - and he's starting to slowly feel his spirit fill back up, life-water seeping through his skin to his veins.
It isn't nearly full enough yet, though.
Not enough to go back. Not yet.