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[ andyr tumbles through, eyes squeezed closed, as if expecting it to hurt, but there's only that vague feeling of warmth, before he starts to hear something like water and wind blowing, a coolness on his skin. his hand's still clasped tight to steve's, as he crack his eyes open, seeing a wash of blues and whites, eyes dragging upwards, and then, he sees it.

for a moment, andyr forgets how to breath, lips parted and expression a picture of complete awe, as he watches the elegant, grand creatures pass by, like ancient, mythic monoliths. ]

Holy... shit... [ he isn't letting go of steve's hand, instead, pulling it closer, holding their linked hands against his chest, as he paces carefully up to the edge of the platform, discolored eyes following the figures as they glide past. ] This is... Steve, are you kidding me? This is like a dream.