[ Tessla sleeps steadily, swaddled in her brother's said feathers of starlight and galaxies, not even flinching as she's carefully stuffed in the car. She's died over and over in the sands, steadily breaking apart more and more, and now she knows peace and feels so safe that even the rumble of the vehicle doesn't bother her the slightest.
At the most, she makes little content sighs now and then. ]
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At the most, she makes little content sighs now and then. ]