When the screen went dark, the constellation did not dissolve. It persisted like a scratched map on the retina—an arrangement of lights that promised you could always find another world, if you only learned to look for the margins where stories overlap.
When the screen went dark, the constellation did not dissolve. It persisted like a scratched map on the retina—an arrangement of lights that promised you could always find another world, if you only learned to look for the margins where stories overlap.