A blue light sits on a high shelf. There is nothing special about the light, besides the fact that it is blue. Nothing contains the light; Nothing controls the light. The transparency of the light varies from which you look at it. The light does not move, it merely sits on the shelf. It has been nine days from when the light first appeared, the light that only I can see.
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And Then the Light Fell
Historia CortaNeutrality didn't kill me, it was the parts in between.
