Channie Greenberg
and Ash Martins

Channie Greenberg

Final Call
By Ash Martins
Inspiration piece

“Oh, isn’t it divine?” Beatriz queried, her eyes bright as always, despite the perilous finality before them.

“Why yes, yes it’s still breathtaking…” João trailed off, and sighed with similar wonder.

But of course they didn’t say anything aloud, they merely emitted an energy that, here on Obscuroa, is interpreted as language by the recipient. Not that it mattered anyway because they were the only ones left on the dying, empty planet after 780 years, so no one would’ve heard them.

They faced the ovaline portal together with hands clasped tight, and, gazing deep into the black onyx abyss, jumped.


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