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You watch it writhe in the darkness. Meteor pitted flesh twisting and spinning in arcs you could hide stars in. The void cracks and dances on static breath and microwave roar. You rush back to cryosleep to dream of a waffle cone you know you won't ever get...

@probgoblin

you are going to collect all of these in a book one day, right?

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