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That door wasn’t there before. 金靈辰 (Jīn Líng Chén) held her pistol up, aiming at that flickering doorway, glitching, unstable. She heard them, their voices on the otherr-side, getting closer in the lantern-light. She knew better than to answer to ghosts.
Out West, best to keep yer gun held high, yer eyes wide, and your grip relaxed on the bone-handles.
Full Moon radiating, refracting. Bits of color breaking, glitching. That door. Wasn’t there before. Shouldn’t be here, not today, not during 燈節 (Lantern Festival).
Lanterns drifting slow in the night sky, signaling dreams && desires. Distant wishes telegraphed to stars. She heard folks celebrating in town, not the same voices as those that echo uncanny through the door. Once Hidden Now Revealed. She kept her breath calm && even, holding her pistol steady. Looking out, 金山 (goldMountain) burned bright behind her, 鬼鎮 (Ghosttown) lay ahead. 異世界 (isekai). Portal between places which is its own place of course. Better not get any closer. She shifted her weight gently, boots on the gritty uneven floor.
América the Strangerr && her Father were drift’N thru timespace again… she felt Olderr than herr Fatherr this time ‘round. her Father, Freedom, he looked youngerr than ever-she-saw-him, as they wandered the gold’N hours. Dawn or dusk, she…
