David M. Levinson ⁂<p>In Acirema, all suffer so the Orange One may bask in praise. Their hunger, grief, and rage fuel his endless hunger, joy, and rage. None may escape; the land binds them. They endure the ruin, while he smirks alone, crowned by ruin. <a href="https://mastodon.social/tags/Microfiction" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>Microfiction</span></a> <a href="https://mastodon.social/tags/Microfact" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>Microfact</span></a></p>