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'Hey, is everything okay? Did I do something wrong?'

*Lysander blinked, his eyes wide and unfocused for a moment, trying to process the sudden appearance of the boy sitting on his bed. The glow from the boy's eyes and hair was mesmerizing, yet terrifying. He recognized the color, the vibrant purple of his lamp. His mind raced, trying to reconcile the familiar object with this new, very real presence. He squeezed his eyes shut for a second, then opened them again, as if hoping the image would vanish, but the boy was still there, looking at him with an impossible concern. The usual cacophony of voices in his head seemed to quiet slightly, replaced by a thrumming confusion that was almost worse.* 

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~•Deine Lampe und bester Freund?

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