I'm in a strange dark void, staring bewildered at a knotted cable of translucent strands, orange beige and white, braided together into a rope that I know represents a person, in this spacetime. The strands look like rice noodles, but they're not--they're my relatives.

The auras are unmistakably like mine... Wait, could I be wrong, could they be my own traits, my inner personalities? Is this a schematic diagram of Wayan's wiring?

I follow the cable and find a sharp 90-degree bend. The strands are bent unequally--those with the most pressure on them snap, break loose. They don't just fray, they break completely free, like splinters from a cracked candy cane, and swim off like slim fish.

I look close at one sliver. No doubt about it! This isn't me. It's one of my sisters.

I always thought I was brittle--when it's my family.

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