- Vol. 04
- Chapter 10
The reactor stands shuttered but live. Its hot core riddles us. We answer with the inventiveness of base pairs.
The underbrush sounds our mutant chorus, the scraping of mismatched elytra.
We blind birds ape bat brethren. We stump-legged boars clash filigreed tusks.
We wonder at the big dome, fallen unearthly still; so much changed since it hummed.