Only vile things grow when Earth is gone and darkness is left living. Cold penetrating through every crack, fueling it to reach up out into the abyss and grab on to the next entity floating, drifting, flying by swirling through nothingness. Together they travel beyond, past the dying stars and planets down the black holes, funneling night, deep into the source of shadow, diving into the cool blanket of blindness. They finally find comfort in the universe. A strange peaceful crevice to call home. A place where nothing can see the black light building, becoming voluminous as rancid things brew. —Adrienne Lai ‘21
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Radiate — Lena Weiman ‘21
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