In a ghost town, there are no rules no reality, just a xen where their is no life. Me and you a relative entangled engagement. This war is one of cover ups no contacts. In myself I just troll a wasted city in circles looking for an icon that I can walk on otherwise it’s a hell hole. While im stuck in this ridiculous plane, in this world in the realm of many infinite icons, I’m connected in real time with many forms that these icons are fighting in some relative plane. So there are wars, crimes, events, accidents, hospitals, theaters, businesses where I’m being conflicted on. So when I meet a new icon, he or she would already have bugs, exit plans, problems, conflicts already in his realm. Yet all icons feel impossible to part ways as well. No rush thereof whatever I’m doing now is many repercussions in parallels.