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When you look back, you see that the multicolored bell is no longer ringing. You ask the girl if you can stop playing, you know you will be gone soon. You see the multicolored bell ring again.
You stop playing on time. You see the multicolored bell ring again.
You are unable to answer clearly. Your mind is an in#nite stream of thoughts, but you feel the faintest of pains in your right eye. If you ask yourself how you would survive under a dark, damp moonlight, how you might survive a (ood, the answer will not be obvious to you because you are unable to answer. You know that the voice comes from within your memory bank but can the voice ask its question, even if that answer does not have a direct link with the truth? There are things about your memory bank that suggest this might be the case, but the question is unanswered by the memories of others.
You reach down and touch the glassy surface to your lips, your tongue, your #ngernails are all around that thing.
You feel the soft skin and it becomes a touch as cold as a candle burn.
The door is unlocked and you step onto it, the light glints off the polished metal (oor and down a narrow passage.
“I want the answer right here, now. ”
As you lean in close to take in all you can imagine the sound of your footsteps on the (oor as you turn in and out of the room you can see the lights of a TV and computer that can't get enough of this simulacrum.
A few questions:
“What if the multicolored bell was really just a tool of the night?” “And what if the multicolored bell was actually a tool of this house?” “And what if the multicolored bell was just a tool of the night?
“And what if the night was in some kind of way a game of catch?”