There is a bloom of light in the darkness. I can see it through the trees. A fire. I like fires. They’re not as good as electricity, but they’re easier to find out here.
The trees hum past as I travel. Long, slow rhythms, barely any movement at all. I’d starve on a tree diet, even if I did nothing but eat.
They scream when I arrive. It annoys me. I eat one for form’s sake. Tasty little tidbits wrapped up in oversized, meaty bags. Hardly worth the effort, but nice as a light snack. At least they brought dinner.
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