I grab my phone and swipe. I need to check… anything.
It’s dead and broken.
I saw it come ashore. A mountain. A storm.
I don’t know.
I shouldn’t have looked.
I hear cries like trumpets: Its star-spawned children, coming closer.
They claw the door.
I check my phone…
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