There exists, in the manifold infinity between the 0 and 1 of dream and reality, a place where stars do not fuse elemental nuclei until their bells toll from the formation of iron; instead, their death knell is struck by the fusion of copper, a few churning, mountainous places down the roaring stream of the periodic table. The god of this place, overseeing all truth with her sightless gaze and ever-reaching hands, spins from this stellar nursery of nuclear dehiscence the cuprum thread of causality.
As well as he can, Akira looks at Aletheia.
INEVITABILITY COMES FOR US ALL, she says, sparing a few of her tireless hands to gather him up into a single ball.
breathe in, breathe out. 'i know.'
THERE IS ONLY TIME
breathe in, breathe out. 'there is only time.'
The copper hands are a cold comfort against the warm feelings in his chest, but a comfort nonetheless. His eyes close--
-- and he drops back into his body like a stone into a pond.
"Hey, Dove," he groans, rolling onto his side to get up. "Sorry for scaring you like that."
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As well as he can, Akira looks at Aletheia.
INEVITABILITY COMES FOR US ALL, she says, sparing a few of her tireless hands to gather him up into a single ball.
breathe in, breathe out. 'i know.'
THERE IS ONLY TIME
breathe in, breathe out. 'there is only time.'
The copper hands are a cold comfort against the warm feelings in his chest, but a comfort nonetheless. His eyes close--
-- and he drops back into his body like a stone into a pond.
"Hey, Dove," he groans, rolling onto his side to get up. "Sorry for scaring you like that."