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Elliot
peered carefully through the darkness at the bottom of the cliff. Down
below was nothing but profound darkness. Gulp. Elliot's body trembled with nervousness. "Just as I thought, it's no good." "Idiot! That red light is still with you, I hope!" "Red light...!?" At that moment, the sound of a flute reached in Elliot's ears. The clear timbre of an invisible flute being played. This sound stirred thoughts of peaceful times in Nightopia, visiting that lovely world, that beautiful World of Dreams. "My dream, mine..." Elliot clenched his fists tightly. "I do believe in NiGHTS. I believe in me." Elliot held his breath, and jumped into the thick darkness! Just like with the two of them, he was suspended by a wondrous form of gravity. Elliot realized that he, himself, was flying through the air. He, by himself. Elliot, by his own power. A breeze hit his cheek. The breeze should have been cold. But it didn't feel like that, instead the air felt warm. |
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