5/20/2023 0 Comments Perfect Ruin by Lauren DeStefanoI wonder, what must we look like to them? A giant oval of the earth with rocks and roots clinging to the bottom, I suppose. I’m told they can see Internment, though. We’ve never been able to craft a scope advanced enough to see the people-it isn’t allowed. We can see patches of cities and towns that appear stitched like one of Lex’s blankets. We can see tall buildings and other sorts of trains-some of which disappear underground or rise onto bridges. Engineers crafted a scope so that we can see the ground below us. Beyond the tracks, after the fence, there’s sky. They go around in a perfect oval at all hours, stopping for thirty-five seconds in each section so the commuters are able to board and depart. “Intangible Gods,” Daphne Leander, Year Ten We have been told its winds are a song that will hypnotize us, and by the time we awaken from that trance, it will be too late. You have all heard the warnings about the edge.
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