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Neon pub night - Trikut Parbat
As he sat there, his look drifted to the rain-streaked glass of the pub
window. The lights outside flickered, its colors shifting in slow, viscous
waves, like oil on water. The world beyond the glass felt stretched,
unfocused, as if the night had lost its grip on reality.
A hinny trudged along the cracked pavement, its hooves clicking softly
against the wet ground. Its body moved with precision, each step feeling
measured, precise. Its coat shimmered, not reflecting light but absorbing
it, swallowing the colors into something deep and unnatural. Then, it
turned its head slightly, and its eyes burned—two pinpricks of fire,
strange and unnatural, like twin embers smoldering beneath its flesh.
Behind it, a terrapin followed, its shell polished to a mirror-like sheen,
moving in unreal synchrony with the hinny. The rain did not seem to
touch it.
From within the terrapin’s backside, an arachnid emerged, its slender legs
folding outward with slow intent. It glistened, not wet but gleaming like
something metallic, something forged rather than born. It hesitated, just
long enough for Severian to register its form, before scuttling across the
terrapin’s shell, its movements jerky, mechanical—like a marionette
pulled by unseen strings.
Then, in a blink—it vanished into the shadows.
window. The lights outside flickered, its colors shifting in slow, viscous
waves, like oil on water. The world beyond the glass felt stretched,
unfocused, as if the night had lost its grip on reality.
A hinny trudged along the cracked pavement, its hooves clicking softly
against the wet ground. Its body moved with precision, each step feeling
measured, precise. Its coat shimmered, not reflecting light but absorbing
it, swallowing the colors into something deep and unnatural. Then, it
turned its head slightly, and its eyes burned—two pinpricks of fire,
strange and unnatural, like twin embers smoldering beneath its flesh.
Behind it, a terrapin followed, its shell polished to a mirror-like sheen,
moving in unreal synchrony with the hinny. The rain did not seem to
touch it.
From within the terrapin’s backside, an arachnid emerged, its slender legs
folding outward with slow intent. It glistened, not wet but gleaming like
something metallic, something forged rather than born. It hesitated, just
long enough for Severian to register its form, before scuttling across the
terrapin’s shell, its movements jerky, mechanical—like a marionette
pulled by unseen strings.
Then, in a blink—it vanished into the shadows.
Published on April 02, 2025 09:19
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neon-pub-night, the-neurosync-dominion, trikut-parbat