The voice calling her name was unfamiliar. She tried to open her eyes and couldn’t. They were heavy, like iron weights. “Come on, honey, you can do it.” A hand, dainty and soft, combed through her hair, fingertips grazing against her small horns. Mirage tried to open her eyes again and failed. It was so peaceful. She was being rocked gently, a loud rhythmic patter of water against metal lulling her back to her unnatural sleep…water against metal? Slowly, like the rising light of dawn, sensations began to assault her. The rocking lurched her forward, moving in such a way that she could feel the vibrations through the cold metal she lay on. Cold metal…Mirage’s throat caught. Where was she? Her hearing was the next sense to fully return to her, bringing the low thrum of a machine, a motor perhaps. A car? What had happened? She couldn’t remember anything. Mirage groaned, trying to clear her mind. Her head was heavy, like iron, and it was difficult for her to turn to the side.
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