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D4KQ0 Pre-entry: “Something is off about planet 724 in the 92nd galaxy Alraicon. I report to your supreme one that further investigation be taken. I say this on the grounds that when looking over the survey bot data for planet 724-92 that there has been no differences in the whole last century, its been idly there. I know this isn’t good grounds for an official investigation so I’ve decided to go undercover and record my findings until I find my evidence. For your own deniable credit with the people of Alraicon this transmission log will not be sent to you for as long as the investigation persists. Agent D4KQ0 daughter of O9

Rain encroaches the window crackling alarm sounds encroach the peace White walls- turn into white skies of gray A coffee cup ring detail the table The ink bottle lay empty in the trash The writer scratches her scalp to pieces Words are missing from the screaming paper.

Down pour of water The sand pacts together Darker skies approached Rain churns in the Rio Grande, The banks bleed dark. Bitter smells of sweet rain remain Critters shelter Trees wane, Melted in vision With smoggy coverings

The sky is plum purple Blank plants begin to awaken Everthing is singular. The world starts over More elegant in its wispy natures More intelligent in design She sat upon the starts, The beautiful world- Just out of reach Watching it all, Go round and round Species develop- Evolve into creatures Creatures feel there first emotions Taken by love- Finished by passion.

You danced the waltz Our feet never hit the ground My arms cling like sweet sap You sat on the couch Our last day My vase crashed against the door behind your fleeting figure You are waltzing Our eyes unavoidably collided My husband is waiting for my hand

It all happened so fast, yet in a lifetime. I heard a horrid crunch of metal as our car collided with the motorcycle in front of us. Justin wheel wiped left on the one-way road and hit the grey massive wall of rock. When we collided my neck banged forward, in that instance I saw the time when I was 6 years old. I heard my father, grandmother, and aunt arguing as I grabbed for my sister in fear and took her to our room. My chin hit my collar bone with a shocking blow and the seat belt dug so far in my abdomen I thought I was cut in two, I was taken to laughing in pain as I was tickled by my father. Every nerve ending burning in the memory, my