Do you hear, my little red? Hold me softly. The cold grows.
—I am hugely black and hopeful, I bounce on six legs along the mountains in the new warm! . . . Sing the changer, Sing the stranger! Will the changes change forever? . . . All my hums have words now. Another change!
Love Is the Plan the Plan Is Death by James Tiptree Jr
Episode art by Anike Kirsten
Twabble: Ash spat a tooth out of his bloodied mouth. The Ash in the mirror grinned maniacally before punching him in the jaw again. by dinosaur monkey