"Owen," you said, and your voice was deep and cool as still water, "come back to me." Then you said "Please," and that cool voice caught and hung on the word and I thought I would do anything at all-live or die or burn in hell-if you asked it of me. In the dream, I answered you.The medics told me later it was the first word I'd spoken since the dunes, the first time any of them thought I might live. I said, "Always."
— Jan 13, 2026 11:07PM
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