Tue, 22 September

Leader: In the corridor where no monster stirs, People: the torches hold their steady pattern. Leader: She raises both hands and four suns answer her — People: cyan for Hyper, magenta for Light. Leader: Violet for Ultra, teal for Storm, People: and she names them the way scripture is named, Leader: unhurried, certain, owed no argument. People: Amen to the rarity tables. Leader: The father holds a phone to one ear and a laptop on his knees, People: and still he nods to every word she gives him. Leader: The dog sleeps at the edge of the map, a small black comma, People: unbothered by glowing things. Leader: Nothing here needs saving. People: The stonework keeps its shape. The flame keeps its shape. Leader: Let the corridor stay exactly this long. People: Let the call end before the orbs go dark.