• Vol. 04
  • Chapter 02
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None of us want for any other moods than this.

I can taste the light points, feel them dissolve on the rock, tongue-like tuber gnarled and growing. I can't fully see you, hardly know where to find you in the full heat of the white.

I thought a body could only cast shadows but you cast light.

The beams, do they burn your skin when you move your wrist or shift your weight on the rock? Your skin, not flesh but light points floating around you in sync.

Behind you, the stars, they are looking for you. Is it for them you are waving? They have leant you to the world, I'm afraid they will take you back. Absorbed up there in the millions I might not be able to tell you from the others.