-2009-: Triangle

He looked younger. His eyes were wide, unblinking. He mouthed a single word, over and over: Don’t.

Sanger’s voice crackled, thin and terrified. “It’s not a door. It’s a… a filing system. Every triangle leads to another year. Another loop. We’re stuck.” Triangle -2009-

I saw figures in the murk. Not fish. Shapes with too many joints, moving in geometric unison. They were guardians. Or gardeners. I couldn’t tell which. He looked younger