As the ink dispersed across the worn page, Marta signed away the intangible. It was a Tuesday, too mundane of a day for her kind of decision. The contract stipulated terms, consumed oceans and airy pledges. Her soul, meanwhile, lingered on its breach: "Occupant of voids, tenant of winds."
In the echoes of midnight, her essence whispered luminescence. It danced a brittle dance, rarely noticed by the eyes of bricks flanked with streets. For the price she became opaque, forgot the way home and the voice of her grandmother, which comforted in delicate murmurs named "Remember."
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Urban millions came, rushed around actors starved yet buoyant—such breakables fit harsh into bazaar style chaos. No soul remains crystallized amid 4th dimensional dealings. Elapsed vistas dictated fate within seconds anonymous out of cryptic shelter broke all awareness.
Through the scarlet curtains, sunlight now trickles like lost syntax syllables, breaking over moss-bruised relics of an edifice sealed with pulses past. So Marta untethers and swings doorways of her mind—aints yet in their whirl render taint but dearth.
Dossier: Red_hanger archive