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✱ (LOCATION: Hawkins' Laboratory.) / 🏮

Calling 991 for an emergency from the black and red rift that formed between the labs, things got worse when something came out of its parallel archway. They, the professors call it the Upside Down, and Hawkins is no longer the town of young and sweet. These were strange things happening, supernatural occurrences that could only be handled by those with something special, with a number on their wrists, calling for 1998-2006 liners with no twins who could volunteer to fight those in the Upside Down, even if they were young and only seventeen, even Eleven was not even seventeen. The dark moments when the jukebox is tuned to the strains of jass and the wall clock that spins in the air and Vecna lurks in the background occupy the mind and only the music-listening angel can overcome them. Come on baby, come on darling @Dreadstrangebot steal some time to line up and make a deal with God, run along Vecna's endless narrow mind, at least we have Kate Bush as our angel saviour as long as we hold onto her, along with stranger things that give a little kisses.

With *Muse + Line* deciding to take the lab trial for Vecna's resistance, are there any other strange things that need to be tested before you accept me? Sincerely yours, *Name*. 


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✶! ✨ The air feels so different this summer, isn't it the perfect time to experience the weird and wonderful Upside Down? If not them then who else, control your mind with the music box as the real man plays guitar in the stormy Upside Down, he still does it until now at least until the cheer leader meets him.
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ㅤㅤㅤ ” ㅤ AT THE HOUR WHEN LIGHT
ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ DIES, SOMETHING RISES,
ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ NOT REBORN, BUT REMADE
ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ IN IT’S OWN ASHES. „
ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ🔗 🔗 🔗

ㅤ ㅤ Ashes drift where gravity forgets its
ㅤ ㅤ name, silver motes folding through
ㅤ ㅤ the air as though the sky itself
ㅤ ㅤ exhales. The light does not wait for
ㅤ ㅤ them; it blooms slowly, as if
ㅤ ㅤ conjured from the memory of fire,
ㅤ ㅤ as if every shard of ruin has always
ㅤ ㅤ carried its own glow. #AshesToLight

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ(THERE IS NO ASCENT
ㅤ ㅤ OR, 🔗' .. DESCENT)

only the hush of becoming, a passage from one form to another. ASHES TO LIGHT, the world remade in the breath between destruction and wonder, time loosens its grip.

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