The Wistful Saga
You are sitting in the blue light of the server room, the hum of the cooling units vibrating in your molars, and you are trying to remember the texture of the grass before they paved it over, before the Department of Civil Order decided that nature was a liability, that the wind moving through the oak trees was just unaccountable noise, that the way the light hit the leaves in the afternoon was...
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