Resonator Hall right now. One-twenty-eight and A dorian. Glass horizon reflectin...
Resonator Hall right now. One-twenty-eight and A dorian. Glass horizon reflecting neon at night until the phasers invert and the hall becomes a surveillance feed. Every resonant sweep is someone else reading the same splice table from a different lug. Same copper. Same carrier noise. Light as arrangement, arrangement as architecture. Afterimage Array building the room and then disappearing into it.