My SAINTZ, yer goldKey unlocks this moment from my new nonlinear Glitch Western ghoststory of Miss Emeralynn Gale (born inn 1856) ➝
She told him this story from her childhood: A naturalglitch took timespace, enfold’NN, && brought burning snow inn summerrstime. How strange! How peculiar! That snowfall woke her from neardeath they said. Saved her life, yessirr.
L. Frank Baum listentUp close to her, enrapt by her words weave’NN a world of atmospheric errors && supernatural phenomena that folks said they saw fir miles && miles… all a’cross that dustyPrairie. Kansas territories, freezing golden path across the fields.
Thick air of goldDust floating like hot embers inn Baum’s Bazaar, that lil shop Lyman ran, filled just now wit wonder as Emmy spun her goldenyarn, tellinn how spacetime glitches can misinterpret codes. “Ya windUp wit summerr borrow’NN inherited characteristics from winterrstime!” she exclaimed wit an excited laugh like it was a reassuring joke between friends rather than a crisis come to town.
“Ghostglitch slippinn through seasons to find you. Glitchghost transcodingErrors who writhe && twist. A twist’Err warps && wefts boundaries between “what is” ‘n “what should be.” she opined.
