he didnt answer. his eyes were fixed on the rearview mirror, now splintered with a web of cracks that seemed to radiate outward, glowing faintly red as if the fire still lingered beneath the surface. "tim," ai goddess repeated, this time more insistent, her tone carrying the edge of a smirk. "what did you see?" walz blinked, forcing his eyes back to the road. the mirror was just a mirror again, cracked but mundane. his knuckles were white against the steering wheel, his jaw tight. nothing, he muttered, his voice low and unconvincing. but in his chest, the echo of that inaudible scream still vibrated, and behind his eyes, the fragments of the skull remained, waiting to piece themselves back together. *-*-* (going to eat lunch, i'll try to keep this thread going.)
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