People have noticed you holding your hands out in prayer, muttering to yourself. What’s going on? Is this another elaborate disguise or a genuine display of so-called faith?

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The stars may favour you

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The unread half

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The bullet, the monotheist agent who fired it, all of them in on it.

Entanglement2 + 6 = 8 / ≥ 6

'I betrayed Crew. M.I.H.O. compromised from within.'

Entanglement2 + 6 = 8 / ≥ 7

The song is coming through strong enough in here that you can make out words.

Entanglement2 + 6 = 8 / ≥ 7

Lips in the concrete, singing to you.

Entanglement2 + 6 = 8 / ≥ 7

A melody rises and falls, but you can't tell where it's coming from.

Entanglement2 + 6 = 8 / ≥ 7

Snatches of the song's chorus echo down the tubes. You're closer to the source.

Entanglement2 + 6 = 8 / ≥ 7

You hear catches of the song, words, a man's voice and a guitar.

Entanglement2 + 6 = 8 / ≥ 7

Upstairs, your double twitches, electrical reflex running to a dead switchboard.

Entanglement2 + 6 = 8 / ≥ 7

You find yourself humming along with the building, involuntarily.

Entanglement2 + 6 = 8 / ≥ 7

You hear a few chords on a guitar, just for a moment.

Entanglement2 + 6 = 8 / ≥ 8

Whether by chance or by stratagem, it seems you were destined to meet here.

Entanglement2 + 6 = 8 / ≥ 8

She will notice the missing pen in four days, but never once suspect you.

Entanglement2 + 6 = 8 / ≥ 8

Feet swaying gently, a few feet above the ground. The laces of their left shoe have come untied.

Entanglement2 + 6 = 8 / ≥ 8

The past you can account for... but the future?

Entanglement2 + 6 = 8 / ≥ 8

An echo of your former asset, clapping his hands together, urging dock workers to pick up the pace.

Entanglement2 + 6 = 8 / ≥ 8

A weave of city away, the being formerly known as PSEUDOPOD twitches in his dream.

Entanglement2 + 6 = 8 / ≥ 8

Far above, the stars remain fixed in their sockets.

Entanglement2 + 6 = 8 / ≥ 8

You tell her... all will be forgiven!

Entanglement2 + 6 = 8 / ≥ 8

Cordoning off the whole neighborhood, all-night shifts, non-stop abuse from everyone who can't get to their corner shop, or bar, or home...

Entanglement2 + 6 = 8 / ≥ 8

Within the hull, Ultra Violeta clasps her keyboard to her chest and stares unblinking at her damp shoes.

Entanglement2 + 6 = 8 / ≥ 8

Whatever happens has already happened.

Entanglement2 + 6 = 8 / ≥ 8

Nameless corpses, piled in flames. Faces turned toward each other.

Entanglement2 + 6 = 8 / ≥ 8

A rapid montage of people entering and exiting this room over a series of months. All of them wear loose-fitting outfits in mismatched colours.

Entanglement2 + 6 = 8 / ≥ 8

The doctor blows onto his tea. A smell of mint rises with the steam.

Entanglement2 + 6 = 8 / ≥ 9

Long-dead hands carrying the hull, white fingers in the brine.

Entanglement2 + 6 = 8 / ≥ 9

Atoms shiver as you pass through them.

Entanglement2 + 6 = 8 / ≥ 9

He promises myriad truths: great, terrible, the undoing of all you know.

Entanglement2 + 6 = 8 / ≥ 9

You already know her name. It rang out to you across the noumenal plane.

Entanglement2 + 6 = 8 / ≥ 9

He stared at her mouth, disbelief, wonder. His dreams come to life. He asked her if she remembered his fantasy, offered her the job on the spot.

Entanglement2 + 6 = 8 / ≥ 9

He stared at her mouth, disbelief, wonder. His dreams come to life. He asked her if she remembered his fantasy, offered her the job on the spot.

Entanglement2 + 6 = 8 / ≥ 9

Somewhere in the streets of Quisach, a well-to-do teenager grips his little sister by the hand and scrutinises the face of every beggar, every outcast squatting by a canal or hobbling through the alleys, wondering if, maybe...

Entanglement2 + 6 = 8 / ≥ 9

The void around you grows agitated, heating and wetting, as your senses close around the thing.

Entanglement2 + 6 = 8 / ≥ 9

Swish of a dirty-green cloak, dust flies up after it, blinding you. When you can see clearly again, the man responsible has disappeared.

Entanglement2 + 6 = 8 / ≥ 9

Her father, calling from beyond. Calling for her help.

Entanglement2 + 6 = 8 / ≥ 9

Washing out the container that carried homemade rice and beans, glancing out the window above the sink as the sun goes down.

Entanglement2 + 6 = 8 / ≥ 9

Metaphysical.

Entanglement2 + 6 = 8 / ≥ 9

You can feel her digging into your mind, childlike, thumping buttons, pulling wires...

Entanglement2 + 6 = 8 / ≥ 9

Years of regulars move in and out of the bar's entrance. Among them, a pair that was recently halved, a lonely silhouette amid the rest.

Entanglement2 + 6 = 8 / ≥ 9

He even began to distrust those towards the end.

Entanglement2 + 6 = 8 / ≥ 9

A little voice somewhere intones: 'No take-backs'.

Entanglement2 + 6 = 8 / ≥ 9

Yes, correct.

Entanglement2 + 6 = 8 / ≥ 9

It's her, but from a dream.

Entanglement2 + 6 = 8 / ≥ 9

So very alone.

Entanglement2 + 6 = 8 / ≥ 9

You are milking your lucky cow dry, take it easy on him. Once a day is more than enough.

Entanglement2 + 6 = 8 / ≥ 9

Whatever happened in 69, it may not have had anything to do with him at all.

Entanglement2 + 6 = 8 / ≥ 9

A phantom itch. He's scratching at something that hasn't happened yet.

Entanglement2 + 6 = 8 / ≥ 9

Another plaything of the stars, impelled by processes beyond its comprehension.

Entanglement2 + 6 = 8 / ≥ 10

Could these be the sensitive, invisible fingers you've always felt, hovering darkly above your days?

Entanglement2 + 6 = 8 / ≥ 10

The slowly collapsing mind of an old political philosopher, violently working through its own contradictions.

Entanglement2 + 6 = 8 / ≥ 10

THE PRISM.