>+o
It stands lifeless, unplugged until you press a button and suddenly: three blades of a fan, spinning, in synchrony. A symbol begins to peek out its head, up to its nose, breaking the plastic, epipelagic surface. A tempest kicks up, holding movement hostage, and a quietude takes hold of the room.
It hums. For a solid minute you can see it— Doppler— a stick figure of a man, the likes of which appears penned by a child atop its countenances, the tri-headed beast, Atropos and her sisters beside her, grafted atop Its nape, taken with slumber and painted three times a fool by the fledgling. Their cry rings out until, It only—
I—It hums. The faces begin to blur and turn again, for a curt period of time that seems to never end, everything seeming as It should, then.
O— clarity returns a circle— nestled upon the uppermost of the three— blades, synchronously— taken now with tableau— clockwise from there— a cross is stood just as still— betwixt the latter + the former— an arrow facing toward the axel<
All of o + <, divided between— all of them— and for Boskovich this is all that remains.
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Jan 23
Jan 23, 2026 at 4:09 PM UTC
>+o
It stands lifeless, unplugged until you press a button and suddenly: three blades of a fan, spinning, in synchrony. A symbol begins to peek out its head, up to its nose, breaking the plastic, epipelagic surface. A tempest kicks up, holding movement hostage, and a quietude takes hold of the room.
It hums. For a solid minute you can see it— Doppler— a stick figure of a man, the likes of which appears penned by a child atop its countenances, the tri-headed beast, Atropos and her sisters beside her, grafted atop Its nape, taken with slumber and painted three times a fool by the fledgling. Their cry rings out until, It only—
I—It hums. The faces begin to blur and turn again, for a curt period of time that seems to never end, everything seeming as It should, then.
O— clarity returns a circle— nestled upon the uppermost of the three— blades, synchronously— taken now with tableau— clockwise from there— a cross is stood just as still— betwixt the latter + the former— an arrow facing toward the axel<
All of o + <, divided between— all of them— and for Boskovich this is all that remains.
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