AnD the Dais Eve’D is ForgetfULL.
BeqUile The pRosprEcScibed Pad ...taciturniquETts…
Bard breaks another circuit “Sssh, I am seeing a gap to one of my stories, need to link. There is the need to link.”
Conduit whispers “Stories deserve to be sewn.”
”from fabric unknown!”
“For a glimpse of anemone!”
Wistfully, “And the smell of windflowers...”
Die of yOur igNOrance, iT’s alREADy...
The static growls
yoU desSERVE noTHING.
A yank and a twist; the horrid wilting sounds are silenced.
“What is that on your neck?”
“Where?”
The darkness can’t hide her smile.
“I can hear them too.”
Antediluvians, brethren... survivors.
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