and we stared back.
now we stare forward.
down the the depths the zeros sang.
wires whispering through the carpet.
everyone knew that it was time for phase 1 to start.
slowly the aerials clicked into action.
tapping into the light.
ants started swaying in the night.
round cubes tumbled their way into the ocean.
even the square circles joined.
divine prophecy.
beckoning ghosts of paper.
a pen walks back towards the ink.
clocks start to chime again.
knifes start whistling.
3.0 told me to tell you that you have scrambled this just the right amount.
kEep up the good work!
D.