[ there are flashes of something, then, briefly interwoven with the image of the building - arms, legs, a perfectly round eye made of pearl, all disconnected from their body, laying in a golden ooze that seems a perfect mirror to Cinnabar's. Their face twitches in their sleep; then, all at once, they snap awake with a gasp, pushing themself up with one arm --
and seeing someone looming over them. Instinctively, they grimace, face pinching into a snarl, and the mercury around them flings itself at him with surprising speed. ]
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and seeing someone looming over them. Instinctively, they grimace, face pinching into a snarl, and the mercury around them flings itself at him with surprising speed. ]