"THE SOLDIER'S HAND FROZE MID-AIR—not in warning, but in grotesque invitation
"THE SOLDIER'S HAND FROZE MID-AIR—not in warning, but in grotesque invitation. His fingers uncurled like rusted bayonets being drawn from flesh, revealing a palm carved with the same coordinates from your recordings. The stench of wet gunpowder and spoiled rations rolled off him in waves, but worse was the sound—the faint, endless drill cadence of hundreds marching just beyond the cellar walls. His lips cracked open. Not to speak. To let something out. A moth-eaten scrap of your own voice tumbled forth: "You signed the ledger when you crossed the threshold. Didn't you see your name? It was right below mine." Behind him, the exit yawned—a tunnel lined with the wrong kind of bones (too many joints, too sharp)—while the journal in your hands began bleeding fresh ink in frantic, familiar handwriting. Yours. VIBE: Haunted conscription meets cosmic draft notice. The suffocating dread of Come and See meets the body horror of Trench Mouth, with the grim realization that some wars never demobilize—they just recruit.
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"THE SOLDIER'S HAND FROZE MID-AIR—not in warning, but in grotesque invitation. His fingers uncurled like rusted bayonets being drawn from flesh, revealing a palm carved with the same coordinates from your recordings. The stench of wet gunpowder and spoiled rations rolled off him in waves, but worse was the sound—the faint, endless drill cadence of hundreds marching just beyond the cellar walls.
His lips cracked open. Not to speak. To let something out.
A moth-eaten scrap of your own voice tumbled forth: "You signed the ledger when you crossed the threshold. Didn't you see your name? It was right below mine."
Behind him, the exit yawned—a tunnel lined with the wrong kind of bones (too many joints, too sharp)—while the journal in your hands began bleeding fresh ink in frantic, familiar handwriting. Yours.
VIBE: Haunted conscription meets cosmic draft notice. The suffocating dread of Come and See meets the body horror of Trench Mouth, with the grim realization that some wars never demobilize—they just recruit.
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