Chloë Joan López
chlo'jo'lo'
Shiver

I will level this overheard weapon. Says the silly man with his silly face at the silly table. Boring boring boring.

I hate to say that I have lost my dearest Jonquil. I cannot say here how or where, except to say that the loss was momentary, undignified, and entirely my own stupidity. I've been slowly ... turning to cement? and this is just the latest.

Or maybe this water sprite is freezing. I thought I'd improved my situation by taking in all this warmth, nuclear emergy, into my mouth, but, nothing. I'm an overwound watchspring, lifeless, lifeless.

These things, these things remain to see. My illiterate press corps, my paparazzi.