Hairline cracks in the plaster. Tiles that didn’t quite align. Doorframes with light bleeding through the edges.
No one panicked.
No one ever does when it’s just a millimetre off.
But millimetres add up.
They built the world fast. Too fast.
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Analogue Sheep : Vol 8 : The Parliament
We were never in charge, not really.
We watched.
We watched you crawl from the caves, all soft skin and sharp voices. Watched you discover heat in the belly of stone, watched the first ones strike spark from flint with such trembling joy.