Launa laid in bed and began to speak.
"It says, at times, a human spawns ribbons of an idea, but before the ribbons arrive the world of thought-forms, the idea had been withdrawn by whoever spawned it." She glanced at Daisy and saw her putting on her night wear. She continued.
"When the ideas are terminated, the information is drained off the ribbons, and the ribbons get discarded, outside the boundary of the Infonix Institute. They dangle sadly there, cold and void of information."
"The so-called White Ribbons?" Daisy said and joined her in bed. "Have heard of it once."
Launa smiled, happy that Daisy paid attention. "Yes, the White Ribbons. Read it under Ribbons and Kinds. There I saw the predicted Dark Ribbons. The ones we saw tonight."
"Still terrified," Daisy said and laid down. "Don't know what's next, don't know."
