Planet Radiant Sasha V

A soft light spills out from the open door. Adulthood is a series of forked paths. So this is what adventure looks like in your thirties. Enough reminiscing. Small moments give life shape. Isn’t that enough?

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You think of something. Three memories converge. Confession is a game. A child doesn't believe in sin. An adult isn't too sure. There's space to be a complex disaster. Technology is complicated. A bucket list spills over into an ocean of desire. Poor shy Sasha.

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Beyond the barricade, there is an HR office you'd like to see. Street medics find their audience, automatic drawing stirs old memories, and a cat's fate is unknown. You were a teacher once. An elevator shaft appears.

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You clear your head with an exhibition of souvenirs. Normalcy ends with a webcomic draft. You feel like prey. Speculation of surveillance abounds. A moon rock appears. At last comes the feast.

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The armory sounds like a metal cathedral. Sometimes you pass out before the meteor shower. Shopping centers die, sound is ephemeral, and people are happy to see you. Hot cocoa never stays hot for long. They kept their promise. You answer the question.


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To hold on tight, you have to let go. A helicopter readies for takeoff. You head downstairs to the atrium. It’s time for a movie. You play for the punks with your bass slung low. Debauchery is boring. Maybe there’s no reason to stop. Walls turn purple. You find a gazelle and answer the phone.

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