[ It doesn't feel like anything. As tangible as a thought. Even when Murphy's hand reaches him, Ronan can't be touched. He slips between Murphy's fingers. Through them.
...Into them?
Briefly, the light glides inside his hand, illuminating it. Murphy's veins glow in neon branches spreading up through his arm, before going dark again as the little dream spark slips out of his body and floats back around. ]
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...Into them?
Briefly, the light glides inside his hand, illuminating it. Murphy's veins glow in neon branches spreading up through his arm, before going dark again as the little dream spark slips out of his body and floats back around. ]