Reply To: The Eights’ Shift, Stories

Harvey nodded to Aspidistra when he told her:

“Has been the same cloud over and over… Ain’t it weird?… must be because the cloud’s random feeds on new inputs…”

“Oh look, it looked like it budged!”

Before their eyes, in the awkward silence, a slightly new message appeared like a new clue to their next adventures:

“dear lavender odd world seen wonder
otherwise attempt movements inner communications
Arona less escape later
nobody dream dancing god side needed”