July 23, 2022

All week, Sparrow was wrecking more of the cell but now has stopped and is standing with her nose to a wall and is quiet. There's a feeling of bad luck in the room.

The speaker starts up. "Are you done"

Sparrow doesn't respond or react any, she doesnt seem to be breathing either.

"You okay in there?"

Sparrow doesnt respond as her face slowly fades.

"On god?"

She doesnt move any.

"Okay yeah uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

Some keyboard clattering can be heard

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

Theres a quiet mumble, but its not english.

"Can you say that again"

She stays quiet

"Can you say that again please"

She says nothing and turns her head slightly to face the direction Ociela is viewing her from.

"Im looking at you too"

She continues to stare for a while, still not seeming to be breathing.

"Do you want like. Something to eat."

The camera begins to distort as a block of green glitches cover the corner of the screen;

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White ribbons begin to spread out from Sparrow's back.

"Yeah that's what I'm saying," Ociela laughs, not knowing what the fuck the blocks mean.

The blocks start duplicating trying to blind the screen in emerald green.

"....That's not helpful."

The cell starts to shift colors, as if the room was lit by a black light. Ociela SQUINTS at the monitor trying to see what the fuck's happening. The blocks cover it all up, its all just green now. The audio begins to bitcrush.

Ociela sits there in defeat with a frown. There's a clunking sound from in Sparrows cell.

Ociela GROANS and the cell door opens, a very agitated Ociela walking in.

"Okay. What's going on." Ociela closes the cell door behind herself. There's a sickening feeling of bad luck as all of the furniture is now balanced and arranged in a geometric sphere around Sparrow. She's is sitting on the ground with no face still. Her ribbons are loosely hanging from random points in the sphere as she slowly tilts her head up to look in Ociela's direction. There's a slight sound of something moving or brushing against something, but nothing like that can be seen anywhere.

"What the fuck." Ociela tries stepping closer. Everything starts feeling unreal and slightly off as she reaches the sphere. She tries to remain steady as she continues. On stepping into the sphere, everything around her changes.

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