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Hillsboro, OR

3-4-19

Eventually I made my way back to symbol. I half-expected the world to snap back into motion as I was walking, like maybe the symbol had  a time limit I didn’t know about or something. But nothing changed, everything stayed frozen, and not in the cute “let it go” kind of way. I’ll admit I was getting a little creeped out at that point since the world was still moving forward but the people were staying put. It was almost as though the entire world had turned into a giant wax museum and I was the only stupid tourist left to ‘ooh’ and ‘ahh’ over the exhibits.

I didn’t wig out like some people might have. I didn’t go around slapping people trying to wake them up. But I did start to get a little nervous about what might happen if I didn’t get back to the symbol before dark. It was an irrational fear of course, nothing happened, but by the time I got there I’d been running a lot of different scenarios through my head, and had decided that only two of them made any sense.

I could destroy the symbol and be called crazy and a vandal for destruction of private property. Or I could find a way to cover it and then, I don’t know, find something beneficial to do with the free time that pushing it gave me. Destroying it seemed like it would have been a big waste, a loss that I couldn’t fully understand at that point. But hiding it had seemed like something that might just work. I’d have to be careful about it, but I had thought that it would be the best option.

Boy was I being stupid.

I made it back to the symbol intending to push it, to push the symbol that would revert the world back to what it really was. But as soon as my hand got close to the symbol it started to, well, glow. The play symbol turned the dark purple color, like a bruise that had been allowed to rise for a day or more. I didn’t understand what was going on, or why the shimmering color seemed so ominous, but for some reason I pulled away. I walked off feeling as though I should get some rest, perhaps think about how I’d go about covering it when I woke up.

It was the dumbest thing I could have ever done.

(to be continued)

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