[ a seamless meld of natural and intentional design, housing one single, perfectly preserved, departed life. all of who they are rests within the spiral of the shell. gooey threads attach it to the seat. occasionally, the threads undulate like an inching worm. who knows what THAT'S doing.
if she touches one, it feels like a crystal, in that it's either trying to commune with her or she's trying to commune with it, but... absolutely no information from or about either of them is able to pierce the safe, secure confines of its eternal prison.
it is a person. but it is as good as a mere display piece. they are all people, in their neat little rows. ]
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Date: 2024-04-14 02:19 am (UTC)if she touches one, it feels like a crystal, in that it's either trying to commune with her or she's trying to commune with it, but... absolutely no information from or about either of them is able to pierce the safe, secure confines of its eternal prison.
it is a person. but it is as good as a mere display piece.
they are all people, in their neat little rows. ]