"D-did I see that right?"
"Did that mecha just reattach a leg?"
"I'm not sure… because what I remember seeing were spider-like tentacles that reached out and grabbed the leg…"
The crowd had devolved into soft murmurs, voices hushed as if speaking too loudly might confirm that yes, reality had absolutely just bent in front of them.
People looked around. Not for answers. Just for confirmation that they weren't hallucinating. That others had seen it too. That what had just occurred was indeed real and not a fever dream brought on by too much spiritual exposure or not enough sleep.
Then came a very different voice.
"Kyle! Did you see that? Isn't my brother so cute?!"
Ollie Mylor, ever the devoted sworn-sibling and part-time chaos enthusiast, was bouncing in place. His hair practically glowed beneath the observation dome lighting, and he was waving a hand-painted sign with Luca's name surrounded by glitter stickers.
