There were flickering lights floating in front of Mya's groggy eyes. She felt like she was floating through those circles of light, carried by a dissonant choir of voices. Mya couldn't tell what the voices where saying and, as she concentrated, a headache appeared and the lights were consumed by blooming black spots.
So she stayed quietly, waiting for the headache and the spots to go away. She closed her eyes, her heavy body lulling her to sleep once more.
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