How dark are we getting tonight? That candle flickers like a burnt-out room in some abandoned apartment complex. Singed along the edges. Like the only eye in a crowd looking at you. Tracking your movements. But only in the glowing street-light left auburn along the sidewalk. Eerily haloing a ghastly loom that feels like a low-hanging cloud.
“Adam” a voice whispers that sounds familiar to Cusp — comprised of BUCHANAN, Kai Whiston, joe petersen, and xeno_. An iced drink is handed to your person. It’s a little sour. Mostly smooth. Syrup liquid dreams that run together like an endless hallway of doors. And “Adam” can only be heard versed by Cusp, reverberating an echo, chambered within and withinout. Feel it drip with TAR:
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