Even the Dukes, beings who stood at pinnacles of their respective hierarchies…turned ashen.
Their bodies shook with the simple struggle to maintain coherence against pressure that suggested they might be less real than what pressed against them!
Only Duke Whisker remained still, though the effort required was visible in how his stellar eyes blazed brighter, how his tiny form seemed to grow denser to resist dissolution.
Duke Gwendolyn's paradoxical body buzzed and trembled, caught between states as if unable to decide whether existing was worth the effort required.
The beggar-looking Schrodinger had maintained his smile through everything…through threats, through confrontation, through games of power and position.
But when he had wanted to tell a story and been interrupted, denied his simple pleasure of narrative, the atmosphere transformed completely!
