The onboarding doc said the system was stable.

I wasn’t supposed to be there that night.

Same route. Same hour. Same delay between steps.

Same... same...
Route.
Drag.
Same... almost...
(Step).
The body.
Going.
Hitch.
(Breath)
Hitch.
(Breath)
It won't stop.
It can’t.
The light is pulling.
S-t-r-e-t-c-h-i-n-g.
Thin as skin.
Edges are bleeding out.
Everything repeats...
Slightly...
Sideways.
Rhythm.
Slips.
Tight—slack.
Tight—slack.
A pulse in the wrong place.
A heartbeat in the throat.
The correction is a lie.
It’s building.
The high, white hum.
Forward... no...
Deeper.
Motion without air.
Motion without end.
Something resists.
Something is...
It’s...
A long, shaking,
Silent,
Gasp.

Whatever this was
has already degraded
into something that can’t be recovered.

Not a place
not a place
a repetition

Nothing lands. Everything passes.
You speak. Shape thins.
It answers through weight.
The signal holds nothing.
Not you. Gone.

That sudden, prickling sensation on the back of your neck that tells you that you aren't the first person to find this place.

But you might be the last one allowed to leave.

Yes - 90125 (1983)

Found this in a thrift store today, almost pristine. So I bought it for $2. Totally worth it.

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Midnight at the pump.

It was late, and everything was quiet. I stopped here for a bite to eat. But I had to admire the glow.

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