The Alien is of the fabric of sound and imagination. Emotion moves him through space. His function is unknown to himself, but gravitation and sensation guides him. He travels towards the original big bang of music and words to explore this planet. The Alien is drawn to color, heat and the future.
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They walked slowly down the corridor streets, eyes looking ahead for the edge of the land. Dying embers on charred wood still smoking, cracking between curled fingers. Both the city and night, quiet. Two figures black against a growing ocean. A long breath, ribs, shoulders, chest, rising and falling across…