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No matter how hard she tries to look the figure in front of her remains a blob. A faceless human that A.B.A can never make out. They have no features and no real defining characteristics. The area around she knows just fine. It's the lab with all of its beakers and chemicals. She knows this is home. But, the person that is moving about she just can never figure out.
"You will be such a wonderful creation, my dear," the faceless human comments. Despite the strange words, that voice is oddly soothing. It is the only thing A.B.A has to know that the blob in front of her is real.
Why can't she ever see them? Why doesn't she know who it is? There is no name that comes to her either. It is just a person and an unfamiliar hand that continues to touch her and create her.
She wants to know...
[A.B.A's eyes open slowly as she wakes. She is in her bed, having dozed off while doing homework. The dream has her staring off into space for a few seconds and over at the dreamberry. It isn't long before she turns her head and closes her eyes again. The need to try and see that face in her dreams again, urging her to try and sleep more]