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With the release date for Sternzeit Tänze – a Signalis Zine just a month away, here's an excerpt from one of the pieces I worked on:

The Signalis zine releases on April 28th, 2024. Transcript below the cut)


“Do you remember the morning sky? When you could see it with both your eyes and recognize each cloud?”
She woke up from the midday slumber. Mangled bodies all around her, some hooked up to blood packs and morphine, others simply crossing words out in newspapers with faded dates. She felt an itch and tried to scratch it.
The shrapnel had landed mere metres away. Elise exploded into pink mist. It was only yesterday where they had joked about their parents waiting back home; now a part of her in the form of a locket was lodged inside the cranium, just sideways enough to avoid permanent injury. It was a miracle she was still alive, with only minor eyesight woes to contend with.
Minor? She lost an entire fucking e–”
“Keep your volume low, Miss Seo,” the Replika nurse pleaded – an EULR; she recognized the cadence, for no one else she had met in her tour spoke like them. She turned to look at her Comrade standing next to the Replika, uniform still bloodied from all the fighting. You could see her breath crystalize in the air.
It would be the New Year soon. The New Season. Whatever this wretched place called it now.
“Alina.”
The Comrade and the Replika turned their heads. Alina smiled, a wave of relief washing over her soot and debris covered face. Scars and cuts and all did not take away the softness her gentleness offered. Not before long, she was right by her nightstand.
“You gave us a proper fright out there! Helena and Birgit were–”
“How many of us are left?”
Alina swallowed her tongue. “Not many.”
“Half?”
“With you, yes.”
She turned away. The itch returned. It burned something fierce, wanting to dig itself out of the great hole carved within her. And yet her hand was now held by bare skin instead of a thick leather glove.
“It’s a miracle you’re still alive, Lilith. I am extremely grateful for it.”


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