need to buy grain draw more water cover the leaks finish these bells give them out make sure they’re heard stay still be unseen speak only when spoken to guard the head visit my girls try to sleep three hours till the fields teach anton tend the garden walk listen walk listen make something for them keep the gang fed track down orvi go do something with him kill die kill die kill die SEE FURTHUR BECOME BETTER REACH THE SKY ensure stitch is teaching them properly she was never fully educated might need to address any gaps make sure val isn’t killing anyone yet she’s uncontrollable we’re partners reagan’ll be mad if there’s no information again get aston to hit me must get something there are too many blind spots in our defences neelam never listens tam thinks it’s paranoia though she’s too kind to say it growers want someone to look at the west field know they want somethin’ don’t know what it is davian’s worried about chits whip keeps looking at vin tired everyone’s figured out what they’re doin’ everyone’s running off gotta keep it all together ▪️▪️▪️▪️ ▪️▪️▪️ ▪️▪️▪️▪️ ▪️▪️▪️ ▪️▪️▪️▪️ ▪️▪️▪️ SCOUR INFINITY CHOOSE THE BEST MANIFEST IT where are my children is anyone there it’s hot it’s hot too hot it is gone all gone the rot eating the walls the quiet behind it all the places that will never come again the hurt you’ve delivered LET IT PASS STAGNATION Stop.
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From a silent ball of liquid beads a kaleidoscopic speckle of black and red, crushed tight within the confines of a single tear-shaped droplet. It grows fat and heavy. Faint light is lambent within.
It falls downwards.
The shadows rush to embrace it.
In this place, there is no light beyond the feeble flicker of that droplet. Absolute darkness reigns. Radiance is unneeded. Everything here is known; as obvious as the setting of the sun.
This nook takes the shape of a cavity. It is endlessly large; large enough that entire lives could be lived in its confines. But there is no entry. There is no exit. Nothing within can ever leave. Whether the bone walls that form its edge are merely a thin shell or the dead-end of existence is irrelevant. Time does not move. In this place, nothing can live and nothing can die. Eternity has been strangled before it can take its first faltering step.
Sculptures creak along the osseous border. Tendrils of wood and flesh animate them: a teetering tableau not seen but felt. They fumble through their routines, blind to gravity or the space around them. Houses or holes or hovels or other props rise from the ground to entertain their rambling.
The fell intelligence operating this stage picks at their wooden bones like gristle from stinking teeth. Probing, careful to avoid displacement. Refuses to relinquish them.
Though mute, they cry out. But the beat of the heart holds dominion. Its thunderous peals ripple over a dead land.
The droplet is almost silent compared to that. Space barely registers its passing.
Nonetheless, it falls. Down, down, down.
A shooting star cleaving through the abyss.
Until it hits the roof of a shack and slides through its cracks.
To land on the giant within.