locker raze i walked with you through the halls of my high_school. the power had gone out. for reasons that weren't explained, strings of christmas lights were still able to function. they coiled through everything like climbing vines slow to flower. without them, we wouldn't have been able to see a thing. you know, it's funny. it doesn't matter how many times i end up back here. i can't seem to remember which vault holds my ramshackle treasure. all i can do is guess and hope for the best. 240111 what's it to you? who go blather from