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A wash of amber light bled across the endless black plains of this place. I bit into the cold, synthetic apple, its flavor all chemicals and nostalgia. 'Hey man, toss me one,' Jax rasped. I lobbed it toward him. Then his eye-face shattered—not broken, but unfolded—into eight whipping, prehensile limbs. They snatched the fruit midair and compressed it with a sick, wet snap. Crack. I went rigid, my own apple slipping from my grip to clatter against the stone. My breath caught as I watched, horrified and fascinated, the silent, grotesque consumption.