Chaos, Soon Comes...
April 30, 2025 at 06:37 AM
He remembered.
Mostly.
He remembered parts of these blocks, but they were different. Why were they different? Why had the world changed? It wasn’t what he remembered. The buildings were taller, more conical, more rounded, the cars were cleaner, everything was… neater.
But it was still New York. There were still dark alleys that no one else would walk down, unless absolutely necessary, and they would usually disappear before coming out the other side.
He was not afraid of these alleys. He wouldn’t have been even if he didn’t have the voice in his head, telling him to eat. To cut. To bleed.
The world was different. But it was the same. It was still messy. Still nonsensical.
Still just chaos.
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