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ACT 3

This thing (that I called wind) was blowing strongly northwards in this dark

night. I cast out a floating thread and using it’s current, I jumped high into the air

and parachuted onto the dark cold ledges of a tall red building.

“Aahh!” I felt the building vibrate and grumble. I scattered along the edges.

“Hey, come on – I’m the weight of dust. Will you let me take shelter here for a

night? I’m just a transitory visitor – I’ll be gone when it becomes light again.”

I looked inside to see a momentous occasion. Two tall gangly creatures were

getting tangled up in a dance. Bathed in a red glowing light, they tousled and

rolled around like flies in a coke can.

“Ah no I’m complaining about the thudding happening inside my belly. These

parasites are rolling around inside me, they’re restless. One’s become very wet

just now. Hmm.”

“Ah what’s that.”