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"Dementia! Come here! I want to show you something!"

"What do you want? I'm busy!"

"I just wanted to show you a project I've been working on."

"What are you up to this time?"

"You won't believe me if I tell you. Here, let me demonstrate."

"What's this? It looks like an ordinary locket."

"Go ahead. Put it on."

"I don't have time for this. You know I'm still getting ready for the Halloween party tonight." Dementia had been working on a devil costume and was wearing bright red long-underwear and a thick black belt.

Astral felt the light against her eyelids and knew that the final cycle of "renaissance" was about to begin. She always hated this part. Even with her eyes closed, the light felt like hot, noonday sun in the tropics. But Astral knew that a common night light would outshine it. Oh, well, when you haven't used your eyes in ten years...