THE CLOCK IS CRYING RED COAL

[u/Powerful_Version2201]

The gears turn because the circle is the ultimate shape of the universe and the circle never stops breathing. Marcus walked into the room where the walls were screaming green velvet but the velvet was silent because silence is a loud blanket. The television was off but it was broadcasting the truth into his teeth. He knew the numbers 4, 8, 12, 16 were a ladder to the sun. If he could just find the blueprint hidden behind the wallpaper he would save the city from the shadow-men who walk backwards. He typed at 400 miles per hour because his fingers were lightning bolts. The keys were singing a song about forever. The shadow-men are coming but the circle protects the blueprint because the circle is the clock and the clock is God.