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DeepUnderground#5

DeepUnderground#5

�And the road arose like a rose�� - Cipher_O

(Driving in Snow Storm)

Just as fast as she was packed, she is on the road.

Absorbing the information of the driving conditions, before her, subconsciously running through a checklist of things.

And on a third channel of her brain, she adjusts the defrost.

* * � *

Not paying much attention to the time of her departure, Katherine drives or� �Drifts

Past a road flare, flaying the surface of the snow in shadow.

Shapeshifting shadows, coming alive.

So�

Dreamlike.

Like a dream she once had.

Or� �Thinks she had.

Stained in phantoms.

* � * � *

Turning to look, she sees a number of cars, having driven off the road, feeling the inclination to follow the sight, like a doorway to that dream.

Something about her spirit has always compelled her forward.

Always forward.

From a swing into the air.

From the air into this strange, unfolding, evolving world.

* � * � *

(Katherine�s Phone)

David: How goes the drive?

Katherine: [voice to text] Drive goes� �What the f�

David: Are you okay?

Katherine: �I just saw�

* � * � *

As though an extension of the dreaming flare, the shadow, in her periphery makes the sound of silence, sprung forth in claws�

Tearing perception.

Keeping her presence of mind, she gradually slows down, snow crunching, as she pulls to the shoulder of the road.

The horizons convey ghosts inside of specters, each rotating, machine like, but a machine that was�

Haunted.

* � * � *

Looking in her rearview mirror, she sees a figure.

Making footprints, instantly transformed to transitory.

An optical illusion inside of the kaleidoscopic dissolution of the parameters of perception.

In the form of silence, echoing echoing...

Multitudes.