ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤAT LONG LAST, does softened, frayed song, end.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤThere was, from here, nothing left to echo, but the
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤsilence of it. BUT SILENCE. His voice cuts through
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤit, and Isaak can near SWEAR he hears a tremble.
Curious, what he has in hand ; Many visitors, to this place do not carry such effects. Things smaller, to cut ropes, perhaps something shaped a bit more OBLONG, with a flashing light when a trigger pulls ... But this ; no, this, too, was new. Twisted digits, in their odd length, drag along shop structures, eyes slow to blink. I CAN'T SEE ! They'd all cry out, before one by one, they were hunted down as naught but feral little beasts. Would this one run the same ? Would this one SCREAM the same ? Would his camera drop, crack, fracture, like so many others that littered this place ? Or would he run ? Run, to the very corners of the darkness, where even Isaak did not tread ? To dread escalators, long since moving, covered in flaking, dried blood, with no bottom in sight ? A shudder ; A LAUGH !
ㅤㅤThis place may be home, but it had boundaries. RULES. Like any other home.
A pause ; not grand, no introduction — and through the lowlight, is query spotted. Clothed in white, and black, with hair as golden as the sun above. A tip, of its' head, and it wonders, what in the name of HEAVEN he was doing down here ? Humans, did not care when humans vanished. They PRETENDED, for a short while ... manipulated the narrative to make it seem as if worthless lives had some vague IMPORTANCE. But this man ... perhaps, an angel.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤIT'D NEVER EATEN, ONE OF THOSE.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ❝ W-W-Welcome ... Not ... HUMAN ... ❞
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