Encounters
''locust'' ▫ᴱᴺ｜encounter｜ENC｜20260331152242-00-•
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@Cyberpunk 2077 ▫⌁
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“fin” ▫ꟳᴿ｜encounter｜ENC｜20260817190946-13-•
I was scared, and had good reason to be. Even setting aside the peculiar cross-pollination between the dreams and things in the real world (as I was able to do quite easily, dismissing the cut on my hand and the sunflowers growing through the boards of the back stoop as either coincidence or so much psychic fluff), I had reason to be scared. Because they hadn’t been ordinary dreams, and my decision to go back to the lake after all this time hadn’t been an ordinary decision. I didn’t feel like a modern fin-de-millénaire man on a spiritual quest to face his fears (I’m okay, you’re okay, let’s all have an emotional circle-jerk while William Ackerman plays softly in the background); I felt more like some crazy Old Testament prophet going out into the desert to live on locusts and alkali water because God had summoned him in a dream.
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@Bag of Bones ▫𓂃
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