There was a gray place, an impression of fine screens shifting, moire, degrees of half tone generated by a very simple graphics program.

There was a long hold on a view through chainlink, gulls frozen above dark water. There were voices.

There was a plain of black mirror, that tilted, and he was quicksilver, a bead of mercury, skittering down, striking the angles of an invisible maze, fragmenting, flowing together, sliding again...

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