Author · 墨雨档案室·Chinese
Glance at the destination on your ticket — that small patch of letters is fading.
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Carriage lights flicker on and off; passengers check each other's names in a daze. The demon energy you smell is not outside the window but in the ink of the tickets — on your stub, the destination has faded into a grey blur. The next whistle presses in from the tunnel mouth; urgent scratching breaks from Nezuko's box; an old man in the front seat grasps a stranger child's hand and calls out a different name.
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