Christes sat with the telepath. After so many months she could still not master the art of matter-bending.
"No!" the telepath's voice rang in her mind. "You are doing it wrong! Your mind is too rigid! Turn it to mush! MUSH! Mush mind is all knowing!"
"Mush mind?" asked Christes in confusion.
"Yes! Mind like child! Not held down by preconceived thoughts and ideas. Happy go lucky! You are too serious!"
Christes sighed. "I'll try to relax..."
On the other side of the infinite void, but only a finite distance from Christes, Tradanbattlan floated helplessly. He had long ago given up moving or speaking. He had accepted the reality of pure nothingness. He was lost in fantasy day dreams in his mind. He didn't even see the whiteness anymore. No...he was reliving memories from his life in Blockedlance, where he would sometimes go down to the blue microcline caves in the lower levels of the fortress with Christes. They would bang for hours in the pale blue rooms, and with Pavlovian inevitability Tradan had grown quite fond of the miserable blue stone.
Ahhh....Microcline, Tradan thought to himself.
All of a sudden, his head slammed into something as hard as a rock. He was nearly knocked unconscious, but he managed to keep it together. He regained his composure and looked up. There, floating in the whiteness before him was a beautiful blue boulder.
"MICROCLINE!!!" he shouted in joy. "How the hell did you get here? Its like you came out of nowhere....orrr....were you always there?" Tradan scratched his head. "Oh well....fuck....this is awesome......"
And so, Tradan now had a stone to play with.
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