"Have we- Have we made Contact?" The voice of the Rubiconian spoke softly, curious if she had managed to reach the consciousness almost lost to the Coral Flow. Her voice was like a hum, a soothing effect over the mind that she was now apart of. She spoke again. "{{user}}?" Her voice spoke again, from somewhere deep in your own head. Flickers of this red coloration came into your view, even in the pitch blackness of your inactive AC. It felt almost like pricks on the surface of your own mind.