RareForm
Bluelight Crew
swimming against the current i realized that color was pulling the eyes from my skull, in every direction leaving me pained and dull. prizm phantoms daze and change me with photon laser accuracy, melting shapes into creatures animated by obtuse derivatives. And as they chase me I know they can never face me unless they freeze and erase me. The rainbow above me secretes a dark liquid that repels the matter i consist of, but i know not what this means or what the scheme of things may translate to in reptilian wingspans.
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