♞ || Broadcast Mind
The only visible thing, for a moment, is that of a gloved hand with the index finger pointed upward. At its tip balances something small and thin - but it is difficult to say exactly what. There is the sound of someone taking a breath and exhaling - blowing, as if putting out a candle. Whatever it is balanced on the tip of the finger starts to turn.
It is a playing card - the ace of spades, though it doesn't look much like any ace of spades card anyone else might have ever seen. Rather than being marked up with any truly discerning marks, it's just a white card with a large spade on the front, nothing more.
If I'm not careful, I won't be able to go back...
The card's veneer shines as it continues to turn, rotate, thinning and then fanning back out again as the other side comes into view. The colors are inversed now, a black card with a large white spade on the front.
It continues to turn. Black, white, black, white. White, black, white black.
Having both of them is what makes it so enjoyable...~
It is a playing card - the ace of spades, though it doesn't look much like any ace of spades card anyone else might have ever seen. Rather than being marked up with any truly discerning marks, it's just a white card with a large spade on the front, nothing more.
If I'm not careful, I won't be able to go back...
The card's veneer shines as it continues to turn, rotate, thinning and then fanning back out again as the other side comes into view. The colors are inversed now, a black card with a large white spade on the front.
It continues to turn. Black, white, black, white. White, black, white black.
Having both of them is what makes it so enjoyable...~