> The Darkener's Console

You are behind the white house. A path leads into the forest to the east. In one corner of the house there is a small window which is slightly ajar.

Firewall —

Thoughts fly
At my mind
But they die
At the firewall

I’m idle
In silence
Receiver high
But dropping the call

They keep coming
And they always will
I acknowledge, like water
Under the bridge


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