#0097. Is there a story here? Can you read it in the lights that blur out on rainy nights? I feel like there is some sort of magic in all of it. A stillness that replicates the second world. The secret place is full of those things. Ciphers written in light. Ancient texts that are spilled out in obscured luminescence. Music floating down in raindrops, quivering and distorting what was solid and bright under sunlight. If there is a story here, we are nearing the first chapter's end. The prisoner is lost in these lights. Alice is watching him. Athena is lush and gorgeous. The angels may leave us all to die. And Itchy will search hell and back for the answers he seeks.
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