Oneiric Thing

Fade in. Write you into a dream. It becomes nightmare. WASP-69b. All shadow despite the flames ringing the frame. Aggravated arpeggios plinked by helium horns on hydrogen bushes. Something vast, sinuous and sinister, undulates beyond the horizon. Outside of history. Cacophonic ferrous tang. Tour dates announced. Take this show on the road. For all mankind. Fade to black.

What I’m Reading:

To the left, I was now sure, was the place where my brother lay dying. To the right, there was nothing. I decided to walk in the direction of that.

— Maya Binyam / Hangman