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If only things could be simpler.
She tries to recognize the faces, but their countenances blur. Constant shifting motions. The humming of the reel as the crank rewinds setting the past in the present, their voices all combining into one big climax and then, a hush, as the tape reaches it's end and one static image burns on the screen, the monotone colours blinking, mouths open, gasping for air, arms outstretched, reaching into the nothingness.
A single click erases it all. And the image dissolves. Their mouths gaping open in a silent scream leave an impression on the white wall, and then fade. Melting like the clouds. A wisp of nothing.
She tries to recognize the faces, but their countenances blur. Constant shifting motions. The humming of the reel as the crank rewinds setting the past in the present, their voices all combining into one big climax and then, a hush, as the tape reaches it's end and one static image burns on the screen, the monotone colours blinking, mouths open, gasping for air, arms outstretched, reaching into the nothingness.
A single click erases it all. And the image dissolves. Their mouths gaping open in a silent scream leave an impression on the white wall, and then fade. Melting like the clouds. A wisp of nothing.