[A field of white pixelated squares on a black background washes across the screen. The spots flicker, stars against the black night. A handful of them shift and make constellations: a whale here, the shape of a young girl's body there.
The constellations shift to form star-studded text. Elias doesn't bother with his customary greeting this time.]
i have
in your world you have spirits you have an afterlife you have the reaper games right joshua?
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The constellations shift to form star-studded text. Elias doesn't bother with his customary greeting this time.]
i have
in your world
you have spirits
you have an afterlife
you have the reaper games
right
joshua?
here theres the sea of stars
no spirits
just death
nothing fun at all :(