The sun begins its slow retreat behind the western housing complexes. The day is dying.

The sun begins its slow retreat behind the western housing complexes. The day is dying.

Something's wrong. I thought I had more time.

Kairos. Time dilation. Moments expand into infinities as the hours melt into air.

Your blood buzzes, your hand trembles.

That's your amygdala saying: Get ready.

Your thoughts inevitably bend toward Foto 24, the phone, your controller.

Let's get on with it.