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The capsule house lay empty. For two hundred and sixty long days the only movement was the wind that whistled through windows pierced with bullet holes by a woman also long gone. The waterfall crashed and roared, swelling so much during the monsoonal season that it soaked the small dome where it sat on an unprotected outcropping of stone.
The scant belongings inside went undisturbed. The huge feast laid out to await a triumphant return quietly rotted away. The house was seemingly completely abandoned.
Until, once again, the sky darkened and two wishes were fulfilled. Soon they would come home.