garbled

Pivotting but not pivotal. Suspended between nodes. Circling like a sattelite. Reflecting the coldness of deep space onto the humid air below.

I capture and keep each sound from the outer realms. Tack them to my wall until they lose significance. Something fell away today but I am yet to find the empty space that remains

We giggled into the void. Held hands at the precipice. She and I jumping. Red shoes clicked. Wands snapped. The witch absconded with a small dog. Last seen heading West, dust billowing behind her.

I am yet to translate the transmissions. Preliminary findings suggest something momentous. We are unsure of it's dimensions