[ that shadow looms, unbearably present. chrono watches it approach, as he resists the push of surrender and traces this barrier for what feels like hours. time is always weird in dreams, isn't it?
then - a sound, a sensation. he looks down in confusion, then realisation, as he dips to pick it up. an invitation, then. if there's not a break he can find, there's a break he can make.
the edge is sharp in his palm as he grips the stone, and takes the first swing against the invisible wall. ]
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then - a sound, a sensation. he looks down in confusion, then realisation, as he dips to pick it up. an invitation, then. if there's not a break he can find, there's a break he can make.
the edge is sharp in his palm as he grips the stone, and takes the first swing against the invisible wall. ]