When alien life entered our world, it was from deep beneath the Pacific Ocean. A fissure between two tectonic plates. A portal between dimensions. The Breach. I was fifteen when the first Kaiju made land in San Francisco.
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Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude (1967)
WEARING HATS INDOORS.
But she’s alive?