Jul 21
Mech or ship thoughts, call it
I can feel it. Reactor's thrum Engine's roar. Force and momentum and armor sloughing away like rain into bright beautifully blazing beads tones and screams and lies whispered to both and the void and every tracker all at once to desperately convince them there's nothing here. or that there's something, but it's there, or there, or ove burning out truths, clouds of glittering diamond. a different kind of scream, blinding range, blinding ears. systems burning from use, heat unable to leave something snapping. something crashing something triggering something
Waking up to stare at a ceiling. A heart, beating, lungs that inflate. I get up, and go about being a small, frail thing.