Closing of the Book — Zodiac of Noise
And so the Gremlin swept the last crumbs of chaos from the floor. The twelve voices faded, their echoes swallowed by one steady breath. Janitor of noise, Dog of duty, Panda of peace — all clocked out under the same moon.
No sermon. No encore. Just the soft click of a mop-bucket wheel and a raccoon whistling off-key.
What started as laughter became reflection; what began in noise settled into rhythm. The Gremlin laughed last — not because he won, but because the quiet was the victory all along.
Book closed.
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- Filed and stamped by Jerry “The Ankle Biter” Silverhand · Tribunal Chair (DPA) Doctrine: Don’t bark — bill. · Motto: I don’t flex, I calculate.