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Her betrayal stung, but her honesty, her choice to unveil her truth, had mended the fraying threads of our bond.
The fragrance of her hair, a combination of exotic flowers from her home planet, filled my mind, a comforting anchor amid the whirlwind of visions.
Suddenly, the machine’s constant hum was drowned out by the palpable fear from the holo-monitor’s images.
A heavyset Titan, his usually proud and fierce demeanor replaced by apprehension, skulked through dimly lit corridors.
His hurried breath sounded loud, even in the vastness of the chamber.
Each footstep, though muted on the plush carpets, betrayed his anxiety.
My eyes, despite the overwhelming barrage of images, remained fixed on the Titan as he slipped into an office.
The room was lavish, adorned with precious metals and gems that twinkled and emitted soft harmonies when light hit them.
But the Titan wasn’t there for the treasures.
He sought information.
He rummaged hurriedly through the drawers, his fingers brushing against papers, creating a soft rustling sound that seemed to echo in the otherwise silent room.
Finally, his fingers found what they sought.
A set of papers, bound together, with a glaring title:
OPERATION MIRAGE
My heart raced, the name alone suggesting covert and possibly dangerous plans.
As the Titan scanned the documents, I too saw glimpses of their contents.
Diagrams of vast chambers, similar to the one I was currently strapped in, references to “phased energy”, and plans that hinted at large-scale manipulation of reality.
Could it be that my visions were not just predictions but were, in some twisted way, shaping reality?
That thought sent a jolt of electricity down my spine.
Operation Mirage.
The name lingered in my mind.
This could be the key, I thought, the way out for me and Ellie.
A mirage.
I felt a gentle touch on my shoulder, the machine’s way of signaling the end of a session.
As the restraints released me, a plan began to form in my mind.
* * *
The moment I stepped out of the chamber, my entire being was buzzing with electricity.
My senses were heightened; the dim lights of the prison hallway felt blinding, the faint murmurs of guards and prisoners seemed like they were shouted into my ear.
But amidst the chaos of sensory overload, my mind was clear and fixed on one thing:
Creating a mirage.
