[DROP] something radiates

MILO

now they're standing in the door
singin' "that's my shit, that's my shit"

The scent of sea is forgotten and for a moment Milo wonders if it were important. He pauses, staring down the path that the wind beckons on, before pausing to look back the way he’d come. Nothing makes sense in this dreamscape, the smuggler unable to remember anything of his original pursuit. So onward he goes, following the winds.

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Milo keeps following the wind like the dummy he is LOL

that's what everybody wants an' some more
singing "you may be the death of me"