Who is Arri Culye? Read: tl.gd/n_1spk8sc

Star Gazing Read: tl.gd/n_1spkibd

The Door. Read: tl.gd/n_1sprt7a

A click of a lighter, her fingers sticky with blood. She sniffs the air of a stuffy inn, ink staining the scent.

"IT'S TRUE."

OFFENDED GASP.

"TIME TO SPAM THE IMAGEBOARDS."

Are they that petty? The several hundred memetic hazards flooding Reddit say yes.

I live, I die, I live again, I live, I learn, I change, I grow, We are not only our copies, Are you now the same as you were?

"It has been very quiet. It's unnerving. Like the world is waiting with bated breath."

Just going to casually hang this up in a gallery while everyone is distracted.

They carefully arrange hundreds of clocks in a spiral pattern, each one a second behind the one before them. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

"Mrm. It's been hard to sleep. I keep hearing ticking."