Nighttime. The moon enters its waning cycle. High up in the firmament, a few malignant stars awaken.

Nighttime. The moon enters its waning cycle. High up in the firmament, a few malignant stars awaken.

Fuck the stars, we don't need them.

The day is nearly done, but you feel wired. Anticipation mounting.

All that remains is to return to Foto 24 and call your controller. Then the assignment can commence.

This is it, the end of the last day.