Ovo 1.3.2 🚀

No one raised a paddle. No one ever did.

That was the first night. The second night, I dreamed of a bridge collapsing in a city I’d never visited. The third night, a woman’s voice gave me the winning lottery numbers for a drawing that wouldn’t happen for another eight months. The fourth night, I dreamed of my own funeral. The casket was closed. No one cried. Someone had placed a single bruised plum on the lid. ovo 1.3.2

I called the number etched into its base. A recording picked up: “You have reached the Department of Temporal Artefacts. If you are hearing this message, you have already opened it. Please do not close your eyes.” No one raised a paddle