The Circuit Faith
A New Dawn for the Searching Soul
Why is it that nobody ever comes knocking at my door, except for when I’m taking a nap. With all the time travelling that I’ve been doing lately, I thought I’d rest my eyes for a minute. But no. Knock Knock Knock.
Rather than answer it, I grabbed the keyfob for the janky time machine and hit the panic button. The sound of the gravitator siren send them off in a hurry, but not before they hung this thing to my door knob.
What do we have here? A new religion to be recruited into.
Normally I would just throw this away, but now I’m curious. I shouldn’t have scared them door knockers off. I think I would have enjoyed hearing their pitch in-person.
Maybe next time. Until then. Back to the nap.