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The moth enters as a hologram, injecting itself into zones known to contain joy and secrets. It moves freely, as light as the underside of a shadow. A futuresque thing skipping stones in a stream of time. Echos collapsing onto echos and all of it bearing bright fruit if you have the right glasses on. What will you make of it, pie or fibreless juice. What is the opposite of an effect when you need one?