Do they call to us, from the other side of the rain?

I haven’t dared play Occlude yet.

My sins are a part of me. If I change what I have done, do I change who I am? Will I - the one writing this - even survive, in meaningful form?

And yet, I long to play it. I lay out the cards, one by one. The foundations. The tableau. The focus.

The coins.

I sit there in what would be silence, if not for the drumming of the rain on my window panes. I stay in that silence for some time. Wrap it round me like a blanket.

And then I hear something.

Do they call to us, from the other side of the rain?

I tried to capture it. If the Castle found out how close I came, I’d be due for a dose of the blue stuff; so I have used my usual security methods, not that they're very advanced, furrfu.

There are things on the other side of the rain. They’re waiting for me to open the door.

If I get it wrong, I’ll know.

The world

is a broken machine.



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