Novel & Cerita Junko Furuta Concrete Drum

The Blinding of the Drum The contact was a catastrophic failure of data-reception. The paper-mulch did not flatten under the iron weight; it clogged. The un-aligned names within the slurry—the memories of the Tier Seven loom-workers, the signatures of the defaults, the carbon dust of our crossed-out histories—stuck to the mirror-finished chrome of the drum like a thick, white scab. The industrial violet ink being pumped into the roller couldn't find the stone; it hit the wet, un-optimized chalk dust and began to bead, the purple fluid separating into thousands of tiny, separate drops that rolled harmlessly off the drum and into the clover like greasy rain.

Draco hovered over for a better look. There was a Warabe Jizo who was stocky and made of stone wearing a red happi vest beating a giant drum repeatedly on a stone slab floating on the surface of the calm lake. He jumped and flipped to beat the giant taiko drum many times with a pleasant rhythm. The stone-bodied creature in the form of a child seemed to be enjoying its activities with gusto. Anyone who saw him beating the taiko drums would be moved to dance with him. Draco's tail swayed to the beat of the giant taiko drum without him noticing. It had been a long time since he had felt this relaxed feeling.