There is a crack in the sky today. Thin, spidery, creeping from the horizon, behind the ribboned white of the clouds.
Nobody else can see it. Maybe because they don’t want to. Maybe because they’re still susceptible to the rays coming through the bright thing they call the Sun. (It isn’t a real Sun. They built in the Nevada desert. If you stare at it long enough, you can see the men in suits inside, plotting, watching us.)
I’m the only one who can see the truth. This isn’t the Earth at all.
We’re all in a cage.
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