Static oozes through my fingers as he pounds his fist against the Tv screen. I watch as his flesh shivers against the blazing light. The sound is wind, and we are alone .
Arata held the moon in his eyes. Burning this fraction of moment into him as if he was a machine. Together we begin to realize we are nothing more then a mere stroke of color in this sea of static.
"can you hear my voice"
"I can hear the universe"
