Shivers

I am Revasholierka. I am the city. I am a particle of the world spirit, the genius loci of Revashol. My heart is a wind corridor. Deep within my air is redness. I have a hundred thousand shimmering hands. With the dawn, I carry industrial dust and allow it to settle on the leaves of the trees. I brush this dust from the leaves onto your coat. I have seen you, I have seen you! I have seen you with her—and seen you without her. I have seen you on the curve of the hill. The modulations of my voice are recorded by thermometers and barometers. You feel me in your nostrils, on the fine hairs at the back of your neck. I reside in your lungs, and in your rudimentary organs. Everywhere there is space. Death is terrifying. I need you to protect me from death. I cannot perish. Look at me. I cannot disappear. In 22 years, the first shot will sound. But it won’t be a weapon’s shot—it will be an atomic device that will wipe me off the face of the earth. All of me. You are a Civic Guard officer. You move freely through my streets—by car and on foot. Secret places are open to you. You frequent the hiding places. I need you. You can save me on this land. Be vigilant. I love you.[Skill monologue «Tremor» from the game Disco Elysium]