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I see myself inside you, you dream the dreams that I do [closed]
Psychedelic sand filled an olympic swimming pool under an awning in the city. Little clouds of it kicked up behind Sheeana's heels as she danced. There was no rythm and meter to what she did. It was a natural thing she'd known since she was a child. Hands and arms flew in abstract patterns only she could see.
The big worm, the one Arha had brought stood entranced, swaying like a charmed snake. He was not her target though. It was the sandtrout in the sand. They came bubbling out of it like their earth counterparts after rain. And slowly they aggregated. Something like a sandworm emerged. It lacked the internal fires and the teeth, but it had the same form. Only eight feet long, it was an infant but a motile one. That it would dissolve back into sandtrout in an hour didn't matter. It contained the important part: Leto's consciousness.
She danced to command it and to hold it together. She breathed harder, taking deep breaths to maintain homeostasis, and the new worm sat up. Had she not been Fremen, sweat would have run down the side of her face.
"Come out of your endless dream, God-Emperor. Come out." She spoke to it between breaths and it responded.
She was so absorbed, it took her a few moments to notice when her visitors had arrived.
The big worm, the one Arha had brought stood entranced, swaying like a charmed snake. He was not her target though. It was the sandtrout in the sand. They came bubbling out of it like their earth counterparts after rain. And slowly they aggregated. Something like a sandworm emerged. It lacked the internal fires and the teeth, but it had the same form. Only eight feet long, it was an infant but a motile one. That it would dissolve back into sandtrout in an hour didn't matter. It contained the important part: Leto's consciousness.
She danced to command it and to hold it together. She breathed harder, taking deep breaths to maintain homeostasis, and the new worm sat up. Had she not been Fremen, sweat would have run down the side of her face.
"Come out of your endless dream, God-Emperor. Come out." She spoke to it between breaths and it responded.
She was so absorbed, it took her a few moments to notice when her visitors had arrived.