“Where’s Aibek?” The inquiry was in an especially considerate and genuine tone for someone like Joseph, though it failed to reflect into the rest of his persona. The tall liquid graphite structure collapsed into an ooze on the floor, zooming across it like a speedy slug and leaving trails like a mop with jet black ink. The entire audience stood there, fixated in fear and awe of what they just witnessed. Melanie proceeded a few steps forward, joining Dolores at her spot, moving with the same transfixation the other were trapped in. “...Dolores?” She didn’t make an effort to move or give any attention to her little sister, who had now grabbed the fold of her sleeve. “What was that?” ... No answer. Dolores was too busy gaping when she just let the words flow under a mumble without he

