Behind the Curtain

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[Cy has been busy for the past few days. She looks rather worn out, sitting where she is on the back of that Very Comfortable Chair. And her worn-out-ness is quite visible, seeing as she's surrounded on every side for about twenty feet by flocks of glowing moths, reflective birds and electric butterflies. She stares at them all rather irritably for a moment.]

Well go.

[And they do, scattering and fluttering out over the plane and lighting up odd, moving patches. Cy hunkers down. The machine creaks. The dampness has made her fur dull and she's given up on trying to clean it, not that she tried very hard to begin with. She curls her paws under herself.]

I don't like this any more.