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The tail of
consciousness passes through the
midday sky and is visible for a moment, before it
plashes into the distant sea. Abandoned lights
exalt in their falling. But does it matter?
Faintly glimmering. Barely begun.
Member-only story
The tail of
consciousness passes through the
midday sky and is visible for a moment, before it
plashes into the distant sea. Abandoned lights
exalt in their falling. But does it matter?
Faintly glimmering. Barely begun.