Collapse Chronicles Entry – Interlude — Signal Host: Dream Fractures – By Geox
She didn’t know who had given her the orchard. Maybe no one had. Maybe it had grown on its own, faster and wilder the more she forgot who she was. The first spiral, she remembered, wasn’t a symbol. It wasn’t sacred or meant to last. It was a way out, a gesture of motion without end. They had asked her, once, to think of peace. She had tried. And something deep within her cracked open and began to…










