Chapter 1: Resist waking up

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There's no reason to try to face the world. I'm tired of it. My face involuntarily nuzzles the hard ground.

Daniel. Please wake up. I'm worried about you.

Spots begin to freckle the insides of my eyelids. They spiral into strange shapes, and my hearing crackles.

D... com... d'you...

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I am a wave of light.
What kind am I?