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The rift was quiet with echos of storms, pink flashes light the sky as lightening strikes far away. Hopping along through your family, all their smiling faces happily ticking away, you check that they're all there. There weren't many of them before but now they show up once in a while after the pink storms. Every time you come across one you call to it.

Beeeeby! Beeby? Beeeeeby! Beeby?

They almost never answer, maybe they're too little or they didn't learn how where they came from? Ones that do need consoling to stop and they cry in a language you don't understand. They all share your face, there has to be some relation despite being cold and limbless.
You your self have stunted wings and one leg and basically a clock for a face. Regardless you scoop them up and bring them to your cave, if they're light enough and close you can manage to fly them there.

After a lap of checking on everyone, they're all good and ticking! Looking at them all you let out a content noise, curl up in your nest and settle in for the night. You don't remember how long you've been here or how you got here but you know it's to rescue all these lost babies.
Maybe one day you can take them back home?

Hours pass as you slumber, when lightening strikes closer than ever and bouncing you out of your nest and jumbling the family. The light outside the cave stayed bright and flashing instead of going away like normal lightening.
You do a quick look around to check that everyone is still there then bravely hop outside.
The light was blinding bright, neon pink and gave a strong static to the air. There was wind whipping around that seemed to get stronger the closer you got to the entrance of your cave. There outside was a large rift, all the energy was coming out of it. The static got more prickly, ruffling your feathers and adding more debris floating around you.
The more debris that collected the stronger the winds and static got, it happened all so fast it was overwhelming. A bigger rock became attracted in the static fast and knocked you back in the cave. Everyone in the family picked up the static charge and began ping ponging off the walls, you included.

You make a panicked exit back out into the light, the family following you out in almost single file entangled in static and debris. The wind picked up faster and bursts of electricity were popping off everywhere. There was a loud crash and things flicked to black and silence for a split second before it came back with suction.

It was tornado like as you and the family got sucked up into the air, circling the rift like an emptying drain. Everything and everyone got sucked into the rift and everything fell back to silence. as the dust settled.

Now that the rift has settled Z decided It was time for another trip to Atebus, Zerstoren, Grendaline and Salatu tagged along.

Atebus was quiet, the rift was crackling as they watched from a distance.





Subetans talk about angelic numbers like 777, 1111 and such. I don't see those. I see words in numbers (thanks subetastuck), so it was natural when 9:37 on the clock looked like LEG. I see other words on the clock too but 937 looks most like its word. It's been an integral part of our life. If 937 is visible on a clock or any place honestly, LEG is yelled.

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