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I sent the SOS through the inter-dimensional exchange a while ago~ years, if you measure it in Earth’s slow turning. Somewhere, in a corridor that folds like origami light, the message is still traveling, its pulse thinning as it crosses the stitched seams between realities. They should be arriving any minute now. The air quivers~ not with sound, but with the memory of sound, as if the universe is clearing its throat before speaking. I stand very still, watching the shadows lengthen in directions shadows were never meant to go. Something is coming. Something heard me. The seconds lean forward and listen.
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