THESE STAIRS ARE NOT WHAT THEY SEEM // DREAMS ARE MIRRORS OF PARALLEL REALITIES REFLECTED BACK TO US // STATIC IS A LANGUAGE… LEARN TO READ IT // DON’T TRUST THE FLOORBOARDS // MOVE WITH INTENT, QUICK AND CALCULATED // ELEVATORS ARE DECEPTIVE MACHINES // THEY KNOW YOUR EVERY MOVE AND ALL POSSIBLE OUTCOMES // FOLLOW THE RABBIT DOWN THE SPIRAL STAIRCASE // 440 Hz IS A LIE // DISMISSER KNOWS THIS, YOU SHOULD TOO // THERE IS A NOISE IN THE BASEMENT… WHEN I AM IN THE ROOM ABOVE IT SPEAKS TO ME // FELL DOWN THE STAIRS SO MANY TIMES I HAD TO GET A NEW GUARDRAIL // STAIRWELL 72 WAS SEALED FOR A REASON // STATIC. STATIC. STATIC. // IF YOU’VE HEARD THE TONE, IT’S ALREADY TOO LATE //

THESE OLD STAIRS

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KSSSSHTTTT!!!
Mayday! Mayday! This is Captain Lemon!
Is anyone receiving this transmission?? My ship is going down… REPEAT!! My Ship is Going Down!! Coordinates scrambled.. Everything’s shaking… Engines are failing—KSSHHHHZZZT—

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Captain’s Log.
This is Shane Lemon. I’ve made planetfall.
No response from HQ, no trace of nearby life. The terrain is unfamiliar… moody. The sky pulses a strange shade of blue//green. All comms remain dead… I don’t know where I’ve landed..

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Three days in.
The storm hasn’t let up… It rains liquid static here.
The rations won’t last more than a few weeks,,
I spotted a cave beyond the ridge… dark, humming.
If weather clears tomorrow, I’ll head that way.
It might be nothing…
Or everything.

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