Moonwalkers on the Sun

How the characters of our stories feel about deletion

Moonwalkers on the Sun. Hypnotized by the beams of  levity I've joined them. You've had a commitment to the powerhouse plunged into your cuspid. Repulsive gleam in the corner of a reborn universe. Sound places lacerated by a stubborn pair of joints. My future as a knotted piece of paper laying on some recluded depot is such an accomplishment. I already see her wriggle her fingers through her hair with glassy eyes that would stare disappointment out of our world.