Slowly, incrementally, she opened herself - first to her partners, then to theirs, then to parents, siblings, descendents...
She laughed to herself, surprised. We are all connected. Like a circulatory system, but for energy rather than blood. Arteries and veins branching into fernlike spirals of capillaries, but always branching, always connected. Every Dasaroi that existed. That had ever existed.
She opened herself, she reached out, and she called.
It is time to come Home.
We're still at $2,755.60! Can you get it to $3,000 while I sleep?
Remember, every dollar facilitates one phone call to RAINN's hotline.
It's not too late to sponsor me!
I am in pain and I am exhausted and I am going to bed. I might be recovered by the time Elayna gets home Monday afternoon. But I did this whole thing without dropping my theme. That means I win.
Your have had 49 pieces of story from Shayara and Places You Haunt, all written from your prompts. You have had art. You have had realtime communication with increasingly-loopy me.
Two thousand, seven hundred and fifty-five people.
And that is fucking incredible.
Thank you all.