Prospect #1 A twisted crash… vibrations forming my personal currency. A lifeline… a sweatbox, the linear mind as one. Who would have thought? This distant face… Distant life.. never before seen. Deep sleep in deep sea. Nerves are torn from their ends.
It has been three nights and still the puzzle is cut by a shaky hand. Carved out of improper materials… imperfect directions. A crushing sound soon awakes. Where am I? The taste of sand wipes away the… read more
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