[ another attempt to call him - kaworu, can you hear me? - but there's that incomprehensible scale, again. simple words were nothing in the face of whatever that was.
so chrono sits down beside the bench, lays his head against the wall, and tries to find the dreamscape again. he has no idea if proximity or actually being asleep will do anything, but he'd shared a waking dream yesterday, so... maybe? something that unfathomably deep had to have some pull to it, surely. and he was well-versed in mentally reaching out.
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so chrono sits down beside the bench, lays his head against the wall, and tries to find the dreamscape again. he has no idea if proximity or actually being asleep will do anything, but he'd shared a waking dream yesterday, so... maybe? something that unfathomably deep had to have some pull to it, surely. and he was well-versed in mentally reaching out.
a beach, an audience, and a massive demon. ]