Autumn Reed

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Through the arrhythmic strobes, the basement took on new, foreign shapes, like in a dream, before melting back. The people fell away, and I could almost see trees. A deep rotting forest. Black and grey vines slipping through the branches toward me. Wings flapping. The song ended. Tyler screamed at the audience, and they all screamed back.
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