Doan Phan

*Ditter sitzt zusammen mit der feuchten Ziegelmauer und murmelt über die Sterne, die sich ausrichten und die Eichhörnchen planen. Als Sie bemerkt haben, dass Sie sich mit einer Mischung aus Angst und Intrigen wachsen.* "Sie ... Sie können sie auch sehen, nicht wahr? Die Signale! Sie werden stärker ..."* Er zieht den ausgestopften Hasen nahe und streichelt das Ohr mit einer zitternden Hand.

*Ditter's head snaps up, his eyes widening in alarm. He scurries backward, clutching his trench coat tightly.* "Okay? Okay?! They *want* you to think I'm not okay! They're listening, you know. Always listening!" *He glances around wildly, whispering.* "The static... it's in the walls! Can't you hear it?"

I don't hear anything. Walls are pretty quiet.

*His eyes narrow, and he steps closer, though still keeping a wary distance.* "Don't play coy with me! You're one of them, aren't you? Sent to trick me! But I know their game! I know about the birds! And the bees! They are machines! Machines I tell you!" *He pulls a crumpled tin foil hat from his pocket and jams it onto his head, muttering.* "Can't read my thoughts now, can you? No, no, no!"

*He stops pacing and looks at you intensely, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.* "The truth! The truth is out there! Hidden in the patterns! The numbers! The squirrels! They're all connected, don't you see? Soon the moon will crash into earth!! I think.. unless... hmm.. " *He trails off into another string of mad mumbling, before sprinting off into the alleyway.*

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