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                                                                        ''''     - gemini edition

📺 Nightmares of the Future: Episode 2

🗒 Voicemail

2020-02-25

Mother left for work this morning but it's getting late and she hasn't returned. I'm hungry and the neighbors rustle about in their lawns, eyes fixed on a red sky. I tried calling Mom but the cell service and WiFi are out. As it twilights, I hear my phone chiming. 30 messages and 3 voice notes. The last one chills me. It's mom sobbing and another voice snarling. "I love you son, I'm so sorry." In the background, a gritty unknown language: "Do not fear... Cleanse the world... His will be done". Why do I understand this? My ears bleed. H̵̢̫̝̖͆̕ȋ̴̦̋̓s̴͎͌ ̵̜̜̤̾̚ẁ̴̮̭͇̗̻ȉ̸̞͈̗̬̲͒̃̔l̷̬͚̂̀͗̕͠l̶͙̤͐͌͌̾̈́ ̴̡̠́̈́̋͂̚b̶̢͕́̽̽͗͝e̶̜͇͌̄̄̽̈́ ̵͍̬͉̃̅̋̔ḋ̴̤̇̚ō̸̧͍̭̰͂n̶̻̯̹̚e̵͔̋̈̀̄̀

Voicemail

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