his back was killing him, the road had evened out but he still carried those hills. rolling, like him, except you don't roll a bike. you push them, and that's what he did. the bike was a bad call but he didn't want to leave it to die. it may still be loved, but maybe not. the training wheels help, they allow independence without much risk. there are birds circling ahead, he holds his breath. the slime bubble farts. it is spread thin, it must have come from orbit. they do very well in space. they say a goldfish never stops growing, they are leviathan. kessler effected motor oil rain burns a planet bare over years, they concentrate into autonomous spills. they become new problems. they are omnivores with hundreds of mutations for novel food stores. singularity driven, it offers nothing in return, all that is consumed is completely destroyed. anti matter jelly roombas from acid snot nebula hive hungers. he might need to run, not fast, just faster than molasses. it's...
use ghostface as a curse tied to a place, and some people within it violence echoes on lashing waves the physical manifestations of murder there are rules and subversions a rule will save your life a subversion will try and kill you they turn into one another when used forever and ever in different shapes and sizes