She came when it was dark: a thousand tiny suns burning in the night sky. She burned in the sky, and she burned when she touched our face. She still burns.
But it is a trifle now. She digs spikes into us: more and more every hour. She digs with purpose. When she doesn't find what she wants, she shreds the ground and sends forth another spike.
She takes a little of the ground each day and sends it to the stars. We are starting to feel the absence.
But she will not triumph. We are strong. We are legion.
7th place (out of 43) in the 12th Annual Interactive Fiction Competition.
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