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[spoocing]

Some nights I'm taken back to the Brewery, my mind won't let it go. Have you ever been electrocuted? We had to do it for hours. Every day. We would wish each other luck when we swapped stations, some of us didn't make it through the shift.

Sometimes I still feel the tingle, like white noise in my veins. It usually comes after the headache, behind my eyes, splitting. I can't see anything, my hands are on fire again, the shocks, they're unbearable.

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[spoocing]

Another night of pain. Another night of dizziness and headaches and the noise, oh the white noise. The unbearable tingling like ants on the flesh. She could feel the zaps, individual and rhythmic, setting fires in her head and spitting acid from her fingers. The kind of pain that eats away at you inside and out.

She can only lie in the darkness and wait until it's over, until perhaps she passes out from the exhaustion. Her eyes are heavy nonetheless, but her mind refuses to give in. Flashes of recent memories, the last few weeks at the brewery. If she knew then that it was only a matter of time before she lost him, she would have spent her time differently. She would have done more.

'You're always the one that watches Mya, you don't help and because of that, you lose people. You lost him.'

[spoocing]

In the midst of the chaos happening in the village, Mya makes use of the loneliness. Knowing full well she cannot help any further, odd, she doesn't even know where her brother is right now. How is she supposed to help? Perhaps if she were more in tune with mudokon spirituality, she might be granted some way of knowing. That's just a dream at this rate though, the poor soul is still bound to the empty life of a factory mudokon.

She takes the time to remember those she has already lost. The one she will never let herself forget. If only she could see him again, or at least have closure, instead of waiting. Hoping.

She decides it is time to create her own closure. Finding a secluded spot in the forest, she digs a mound, decorating it with flowers and stones that she now has the freedom to enjoy. If not for him, she didn't see herself surviving the ordeal at the brewery. After all that's happened, she doubts her strength would have held out until the escape. Delicately arranging the natural decoration around the mound until she's satisfied, she reaches up to the back of her head and takes a sharp breath.

A feather. Plucked. One of few.

For him? Anything. It is placed as the head of the grave, the moonlight reflecting off the dusty pinks.

"It's not forever, I won't believe it. We'll see each other again."

Spelling out a single word in pebbles, she completes her memorial.

'Rafal'

[spoocing]

Mya reclines in her tree hammock, freshly brewed tea set carefully on a table next to it. Oh, how she loves brisk mornings like this. Misty air, dewy grass and the smell of freshness with every breath. She could relax in this moment forever.