[ It takes Nigel a moment to realize the sound at all, underneath the hum of the refrigerated room around him and the symphony of his own thoughts inside his head. When he locates the camera, its dark mechanical eye staring at him, he offers it the same exact smile he'd offered the ceiling.
He hopes the camera can hear him, as he leans in closer, his face filling the frame. ]
You're much lovelier than I could have ever hoped.
➝ strange new creatures to scavenge your pores
He hopes the camera can hear him, as he leans in closer, his face filling the frame. ]
You're much lovelier than I could have ever hoped.