A crashing, like waves upon rock, of un-light woke all with my home unit. With it carried, now seen, un-truth to all. My labor is hindered in it, but I must carry on.
I woke to find my home unit at rest. All around I find quiet restfulness in the others as well. It seems my labor will wait another day.
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DreamsAll dreams…Is that what this home unit I wake to is? Are the others too, or are they… co-dreamers who now just awaken? Waking dreams… One only will be answered by this days labor.
A wave of malaise has washed over my home unit; all is still. Rising now the other are covered in it but in understanding. My labor continues in deepening un-light.
Low vibrations, which seem to ebb with to some unheard music, return to the floors of my home unit. Awakened by it now the others are aware of movement beyond our windows. My labor continues as I become closer to the truth.
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As I rise, gazing out the window of my home unit, I see clearly the writhing of dancers in un-light. Still at rest the others do not witness it, this is well. My labor is but a mild distraction of this new awareness.
Another end to our recreation trials brings more doubt as I rise to my home unit. I can see this doubt in the others eyes lingering, and they are well with it. I begin my labor seeking now my own truth.