...so vague when at first this image came to her. Glowing, beating, throbbing, pulsing, alive...and yet...not. Rivets and gears, pulleys and pumps. 

Ba-dum. Whoosh. Ba-dum. Whoosh. Ba-dum. Whoosh. 

Across the ocean Agent AltarielValice awoke with a start, putting pencil to paper as if in a trance. Had someone the mind to look at their scanner they would have seen XM surrounding her in concentric circles for kilometers, her bedroom the focal point, her mind the conduit.

Upon waking she found the sketch she had no memory making and created sharper lines, focusing her dream into a more substantial reality.

Upon waking she found the sketch she had no memory making and created sharper lines, focusing her dream into a more substantial reality.