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[improvesmorale]

For the last week, all I've known were hospital walls. Soft green wallpaper. Concerned eyes. I hear murmurings from the nurses about monsters in the night, and then I hear the monsters, those moans and growls sounding almost like buildings calmly settling. But not exactly. From the airtight windows, I see the streets empty out and the sides of the

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[voice]

[theshortestbird]

Welcome to Siren's Port, the place where all the crazies come to inhabit after being pulled by a possibly sentient machine.

[improvesmorale]

Yeah. Right. I got that memo.

[theshortestbird]

Did they tell you yet about the monsters at night? The real monsters, not the ones inside your head.

[improvesmorale]

Is that a joke?

[theshortestbird]

Not a good one, apparently.