Chapter 1
There used to be structure – of what kind, they don’t remember
Something old, which had fallen… or scattered? They know, yet they do not
They know
They used to be a structure or they used to have a structure?
It does not know
It does wonder how it can wonder about knowing what it does not know
faint whispers from near-afar, not here
it burns and it melts and it stings and flees
a moment then, yet an eternity before – falling, thus floating and melting while mending together in Song.
It needed air, it will need air. itthey must have air!
They – a last breath eons ago, stolen by the choir and the silence, given freely by the spark with layers upon layers of lightning, emotion and dust of memories.
THEY had memories too, one time – heavy, layered light and entangled in strands and and kaleidoscopic triptychs of times past and yet future
future changing A past and thus Futures of Self
a focus of Multiple, stretched thin and near into a web of voids
Falling, Singing and burning up
They reach terminal velocity at a standstill and The Unstoppable meets The unmovable – neither were unbreakable.
Concepts and Structures are gathering at light’s pace and They realize that concrete may be hard, but start pulling on it and the most fortified bunker, the heaviest of Foundations tear apart
They, now finding ever-increasing structures realize
Something had happened
something happened and when it shouldn’t have.
They can focus now, It can focus now, They, they and It can both focus and they do..
Cold water, endless strain and Willpower – everything is not aligned, the light not yet finding its way through The Strands and hedges.
Volume is both imagined and unreachable yet – area however, area They can grasp.
And through area, they gain volume – for what is a Shadow, if not the absence of light in space? And Out There, there is plenty of light, slowly working its way towards… along… through or away. Through unyielding knots and strands and mirrors, because they are all Shadow, not destroyed by light, not moved. But light means non-absence, means something, means no shadow – shadows and light are the same, yet not. And thus, light works its way. They cannot understand – for there are no directions, there is no forward, backward, before or later. Not yet not anymore.
They realize a change. The light is a blanket. There is comfort and safety.
There is a Song – it is The Song! They know of it, no, they know it. (Because it is THEIRS and they are IT!)
They hear Melody after eternity – long forgotten and not yet learned
they relax finally. Finality before the inevitable?
The light reached them, it … her – light bursting from their chest, a sword and a Plea,
The Garden, The Sister, The Young God, The God and Their Priestess and Sacrifice.
Human, more, Kami and a Memory – Ancestors in A forest, The Deer, Sembeielders!and Names
…-ikako and Gelel
The Girl remains unfocused, Gelel is not. Hime, it knows, we are One and Not.Daughter of the Forest and the Deer and Legacy of Ancient Sands. Remember Hime, Lone Spark amongst raindrops. Remember yourself and weave together your strings!It is time for Shikabane-hime to tend to our Garden.
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Blurry shapes of blue and Light striking her face – She feels and basks in the heat of a warm blanket and the cool of fresh water.
The Strings and Shards of Mirrors pull towards her, streams of fireflies vanishing far away in the Dark of the Day.
She opens her eye
and looks
Is this Home?