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Hobart watched the tea.
She watched the faint few bubbles on the surface swirl and stick to the rim of the mug, pale against the actual brew - tiny windows into the world beyond that surface.
The edge of a fingernail brought a rift among them, popped them, scattered them, eliminated them, and brought such ripples in its wake.
Somewhere, someone screamed.
Not all dreams are blue.
She watched the faint few bubbles on the surface swirl and stick to the rim of the mug, pale against the actual brew - tiny windows into the world beyond that surface.
The edge of a fingernail brought a rift among them, popped them, scattered them, eliminated them, and brought such ripples in its wake.
Somewhere, someone screamed.
Not all dreams are blue.