I could barely tether myself to Myrtl as I flow towards our uncertain destiny. As I escape the endless dark, I gain a sense of another world overlapping this limbo I escaped into. The dark is still there, but now I see a mono-chrome version of reality as something similar to double vision. This limbo has pitch-black skies, and patches of black scattered across the ground. The silhouette of trees and shrubs appears a blinding white with no texture. A white silhouette of some type of bird hop along the ground pecking at what is probably the ground.

  Gazing down into my arms, I see the the limp soul of Myrtl. The dull gold glow is the only color in the monochrome world. I gently pet the soul's shape, the edges becoming more distinct. I smile at this. Myrtl feels my touch even as they are now. The evidence of their growing distinctness is all the proof I need that they can feel me, for now.

  Not being sure how to proceed from here I close my not-eyes and try to "feel" for the next step on my journey out of the spirit world. I don't know how, but I feel like I know what I have to do. opening my not-eyes I turn to my right and start to travel without quite knowing where I'm going, but still having a vague destination.

  morphed into the realization of what I was approaching. Cautiously I continue to approach the source. Longing comes unbidden to me the closer I get.

  I gaze down at the humanoid laying down though my focus is dragged towards the hole into their world, the real world. In that hole a black, formless entity circles around their abdomen. I recognize it after a few moments. That's... a soul? but, there is no spark or light, and it is quite a lot smaller than even Myrtl. The soul is not quite in this world or theirs, but in both at the same time.

  I bring Myrtl to my formless face and rub it against where my cheek would be. Cradling Myrtl with one hand, the other hand's individual fingers transform into blades. With a stroke of the hand, I feel the soul rupture. I only have moments before the soul completely disappears. The Prone paper white humanoid flinches and jumps to their feet before falling to their knees with both hands to their belly. A smile crawls across my face as I meld both myself and Myrtl into the hole in reality before stopping abruptly. There is not enough room. Ugh, fine... I'll just make more! overcome with a sense of viciousness from killing that soul I forcibly stretch the portal a bit wider, but stop when I notice the rim of the hole start to waver. Tch, fine. patience is the virtue, right Myrtl. Overcome with grief over this thought I hover partially inside the hole.

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  It is uncomfortably tight here. As I explore the inner edges of this hole I come to a realization that this is more like a pocket of real-space that the monochrome world spills into. Ah, the mysteries of the universe that I have uncovered almost makes up for the tribulations we have endured, right Myrtl? looking towards Myrtl, I am overcome with regret over not saving them. I was away on a mission during the raid after all, but it was my responsibility to protect them.

  It was strange to exist in the real-space and the monochrome world at the same time. A random worry for Myrtl breaks me out of a trance that I unknowingly fell into. Damn this! I hate being incapable of keeping my senses grounded, they keep escaping for random periods of time! The strange feeling of disconnect between myself and the bits of my soul that won't fit inside the pocket in real-space have grown, though there is significantly less of myself not inside. I have no memory of growing this pocket, but I clearly did since it feels significantly larger than before.

  Grasping for Myrtl, I unconsciously move my physical hand rather than sense them with my soul. I relax once I touch their developing skin. As soon as I relax with the discovery of a safe Myrtl I lose awareness of them. I awaken a few more times due to my worry for Myrtl, but I quickly go to sleep each time I make sure they are ok.

  All of this ends pretty abruptly. I feel as though my brain contains an entire cloud of fog, but even like that I can feel my sibling leave me! No, don't leave me! I... love you. I can't quite remember who they are, but I know I don't want to live without them. I struggle my entire body, and push myself after them. The same force drags me the same way that they went. Tired I allow it to drag me towards them. I long to see them again.

  And thus I am born.