Yrk pops up from his previous pose. He regains his conscience. He feels something in his head. He search his face with his palm, from his chin all the way to his forehead. Not acknowledging the blood that had run down. He feels some sort of silk object stuck to his head. He rips it out of his head. He tore it to pieces with both of his hands. He crumbles up some of what's left of it into his right palm. He eats it. He chews it. He turn his head to the ceiling. He blows out the silk fragments that he ate. He looks at them as they're losing to gravity. Perfect 5 seconds. He nods his head forward, towards the Interviewer. His vague, bloody, full of wet cloth silk sticking on it; head.
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