Lullabies & alibis
"Our love is infinite, whether the weather is good or bad," the man with blue hair's voice echoed in the auditorium. Synthetic music made waves, returning to the ocean. A woman read his palm once; he forgot what future was foretold. There were lips in darkness, hands held over stones, a grassy knoll. "Summon me, run away with me, let's go to the cemetery."