We could be blipping. We’re fading into nothing. It’s as if we
ceased to be. Luckily, someone’s managed to time a picture of our demise. It’s
all getting very red and we’re starting to blend into the background already.
You can see more of me, but that’s probably because I’m bigger. Her head’s
began to fade back to turn into a spear. She’s going to skewer me to stop me
from fading away, even if it sacrifices herself in the process. I might even be
beheaded while she fades away into the TV as a perfect getaway vehicle. It’s
the perfect crime. She might even have the power to rematerialize in front of
another screen. Or she might drag me along with her. It could be a better world
where I’m not being threatened by giant skewers. Or I could be facing something
much worse by her design. Like miniature skewers.
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