Red velvet bisects your path as you tremble, weakened from your travels. Pushing tentatively though the drapery you happen upon a figure dimly lit within. From a flowing sleeve emerges a slender hand. Green fingers paired with glossy black talons smooth a deck of cards in an arc across a small round table. With a single finger, the figure plucks out a card.
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Thank you, dear Passenger, and welcome to the end of all you have known. Universe be with U
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A brief pause in your clambering as you collapse onto the luggage you carry, taking stock as you gather the last waning morsels of your energy. The dampness of the suitcase breeds concern for its delicate contents. Pages filled with ideas that must not fall to the forces of entropy. And yet, the very act of trying to preserve them seems only to hasten their return them to disorder. Universe be with U
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We welcome you gladly, dear Passenger. Your arrival is a light in the dim gloom. We await your future crochet creations. UBWU
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Welcome dear passenger, we finally meet eye to eye. Universe be with U
Dear Passenger, we have waited on your arrival for quite some time. We are pleased to see you aboard relatively unscathed. Universe be with U
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Dear Passenger, our crew enjoyed perusing your offerings and took particular interest in your choice of audio. Be safe aboard the ship. Comfort and consequence exist in equal measure, should you know where to look. UBWU
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Welcome aboard, we wish you less than the average level of discomfort as you adjust to the conditions here. UBWU
Dear Passenger, your emergence pleases Vega. Her song reverberates through every one of the meaty building blocks that comprise your being. UBWU
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You clutch the chair opposite, slowly lowering yourself until you are seated. Though their face is occluded by the brim of a large pointed hat, the glow of their red eyes shines down, illuminating the card as you turn it to face you. As you do so, the corner of the card bursts into flame, ripping across its surface as it turns to ash.
Through a thin black smirk the figure asks. “How do we read the stars even as they fade?”
mmmmm red velvet
The king of cakes
many many many of fire