The air tingled with static as the screen expanded, every message flickering past like fireflies in a storm.
Tiny, sharp pops crackled in the air each time a new message arrived, layering over the gentle whirr of cosmic energy pulsing from the screen.
All this figment of his imagination is something he can only feel.
[COSMIC CHAT – THREAD #145]
Topic: Elira's New Concert
Mode: Public
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This was the chat he had just joined, the same one he had previously joined.
The screen in front of him expanded as the exchange between the different members of the chat was now in front of him.
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WingedBroker:
Why is every seat gone? The concert hall's built on clouds—shouldn't there be infinite space?
LimbDealer:
It's Elira. She flicks her wrist, the lights flare, she hums a single note, and half the city floats over.
BoneCollector69:
My ribs vibrated out of my body during the opening act. I applaud her craftsmanship.
MirrorJunkie:
The third song made my reflection wink at me.
