Language Of Love
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⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎...⋙
𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵.
~*~
Her boots moved forward, drawn by curiosity. The further she walked, the more distant the light seemed, retreating as if it were leading her somewhere. Then...
Crunch.
Something beneath her boot.
Not snow. Not a twig.
Glass
She crouched, shining her flashlight over the snow. Scattered shards of a strange, dark material reflected the light in such an odd way.
Then she saw it.
Wreckage.
Shattered fragments, twisted metal, snapped branches, all evidence of something that had crashed, hidden just out of sight. Her breath stopped.
A sizzling noise.
She turned sharply, watching in horror as a hatch on the wreckage began to open.
Metal twisted into shapes that didn't belong. Branches broken. Snow disturbed.
Her breath caught.
A hiss.
She turned sharply, watching as a hatch on the wreckage slowly opened.
Something was inside.
~*~
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