late at night i toss and i turn (and i dream of what i need) (джен)

"Wei Wuxian is alive," said the rabbit, with its mouth. Because it could talk.
"Sure," said Jiang Cheng, who had been waiting for the trauma of the past few decades to catch up to him, but hadn't quite expected hallucinations like this. "How do you know?"
The rabbit fixed him with a beady eye, radiating an odd intensity. "I feel it," it said. "I feel it in my jellies."
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Thirteen years after Wei Wuxian is ripped apart by corpses, Jiang Cheng meets one of his creations: a talking rabbit with an unfortunate lotus seed addiction and a tin-hat that puts even the most whacked-out conspiracy theorists to shame.