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SABRE and KAYA, seated opposite each other, the BOWL between them.

KAYA is impassive.

SABRE is looking into the bowl.

The AETHER is bubbling up, beginning to break the confines of the bowl. It’s changing color, too – turning the same oily, brackish black.


As SABRE looks into the BOWL, a SMOKEY CLAW lashes out at her from the bowl, slashing at her cheek.

1. SABRE: Spit and foam

SABRE recoiling, her cheek bleeding from where she’s been CLAWED. She’s kicking at the BOWL, knocking it over.

She is, needless to say, somewhat alarmed.

2. SABRE: —ahh!