[DROP] something radiates

MILO

now they're standing in the door
singin' "that's my shit, that's my shit"

It’s a challenge to get through the rocky path and not fall to his makeshift dream death, but Milo manages it. And he feels the warmth of the wind that guides him toward the blacked out darkness to his right. He mulls it over, head tilting slightly to the side as he considers it, chewing on the inside of his cheek while he continues to walk and be hit by the warm winds.

And really, what’s the worst that could happen? The warmth of the wind calls to him and he focuses on it, turning into the wind and trying to make his way through.

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Milo turns into the winds on his left.

that's what everybody wants an' some more
singing "you may be the death of me"