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Medium

A few thoughts scatter, like loose paper on an empty train platform.

Formidable

Above, a bottomless well, depths aglow with pale fires reaching out.

Challenging

You see it: the bullet's perfect trajectory, and blood arcing in sunlight. One shot rippling across time. History wobbles like a drunk on a quay.

Medium

Every vowel turned into a dipthong -- umistakeable Azzurri accent.

Easy

On the ground, a pool of golden tears.

Medium

The spirit of Wang reaches out to you through the pages of the book. It doesn't just want the gun to be built, but to be used. On somebody.

Easy

His tiny mind is blown.

Medium

A song of impending decomposition.

Medium

The thankless gatekeeper.

Medium

It has become so closely associated with 'cool' that desert motifs have become popular even in the Superbloc.

Medium

The hard working father and the wasteful son. Only a member of royalty is missing.

Easy

His tiny mind is blown.

Medium

Highly skilled hands have made this.

Medium

Vast, ever-expanding, a castle in the air ready to topple and dissolve.

Challenging

Uttered with great solemnity one instant then spat out like curses the next. They seemed to take on their own solidity, detached from any human situation.

Formidable

The coat was supposed to help.

Challenging

Great art deserves exhibiting.

Legendary

Appreciate the model train.

Challenging

Lightning flash! Thunder! A crackle of electricity in the air.

Formidable

Easy

You've asked him to part with the feather from an angel's wing.

Medium

Speaking about her like a newly-adopted kitten.

Easy

Almost tripped by your own shadow.

Medium

One of Ultra Violeta's songs was titled 'Holding Hands with Strangers'.

Medium

Taken all the way to the edge, then dashed upon the rocks of oblivion.

Medium

'Radio Mutual Peace and Understanding' as it's colloquially known. Very ironically.

Medium

Medium

The soul of the state on the line.

Challenging

Valkyrie pop. Chants of war.

Medium

A glimpse. Then void. The stars above were unmoved. Many didn't exist in time to witness it. In the distance, pop music played.

Formidable

To follow him home.

Medium

There it is. The moon.

Challenging

It emanates the desperation of the battlefield, the ugly cunning of guerillas fabricating weapons of war from out of nothing but saliva and bolts.

Medium

Unmade back into synthetic polymer, the primordial soup from which a race of anti-lifeforms might emerge.

Medium

Another drop of phantom blood in the clear waters of your soul.

Formidable

As a star is dragged into a black hole, it emits periodic bursts of light that scientists liken to dying screams.

Formidable

She will sing of you in a secret song someday -- and you will hear it and never know it was meant for you.

Formidable

Time to deck the cancer patient in a party hat and tell them not to worry about the future.

Challenging

A flower on the precipice.

Medium

Not too different. You both sculpt the world -- one from the dark, the other in the light.

Formidable

You wonder vaguely what your stage name would have been if you, too, shined bright enough for Popstar School.

Formidable

Ultra Violeta Live: From High Lunar Orbit.

Medium

She would've been less disappointed if you'd told her you detested it.

Medium

Wow. This impossibly beautiful Being from a Higher Plane is telling you you have existential problems.

Formidable

Or maybe only one core dream, iterated upon every night by the sleeping millions.

Challenging

A likely story. Artists are the world's most unrepentant narcs.

Medium

As old as her. She is L-Pop.

Medium

A little grave in the heart.

Medium

A fugitive from one empire or another. Do angels ever truly know if they're moving through the living or the dead?

Medium

It reminds you of the final line of a poem.