Record Sixteen

Yellow⁠—A two-dimensional shadow⁠—An incurable soul.

I have not written for several days, for I don’t know how many. All my days are alike. All are of one color⁠—yellow like dry, overheated sand. Not a patch of shade, not a drop of water, only an infinity of yellow sand. I cannot live without her, but she, since she disappeared that day so mysteriously in the Ancient House.⁠ ⁠…

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