2023/01/17 #DailyWrittenOOM

Ginger pressed her finger in the ink, and marked an X over the MF17 button on the control panel. The creature flew raging in, grey and black flesh of varying transparency and solidity, from near fluid to stony weight. Its eyes caught the X, as she wished, and fell upon the button.

The doors that it opened as the creature, sliding walls like elevator doors, domes of garden arenas, smells of water on spicy leaves and spindly stems. Stars flicked through the lap of the sun’s seamless rays.

Ginger walked a path into the curiously intricate maze, her feet sinking into the soft dust with each step.

2023/01/17 #DailyWrittenOOM

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