Triangle -2009- (LEGIT ◎)

I looked at the void, at my brother’s frozen face, at the date on the pillars cycling backward—1996, 1983, 1971. The triangle wasn’t a mystery. It was a machine. And it had been running for a very, very long time.

A current we hadn’t created pushed us toward the center. The sub lurched. The sonar screamed. And then the water temperature dropped forty degrees in a second. Triangle -2009-

We were just the latest numbers added to its geometry. I looked at the void, at my brother’s

I saw figures in the murk. Not fish. Shapes with too many joints, moving in geometric unison. They were guardians. Or gardeners. I couldn’t tell which. I looked at the void