" - take me home curator take me to the cold rubber gleam of Charm--"
"...and I go home to quiet calm of home in transcendent Top"
"Strange is self is past is sibling."
Sosael continues offhandedly almost childishly almost half singing: "Seek death seek the change seek worlds with an and and hidden in caches are keys to my cage; the golden sphere rises all play on its rings and deep in its center the magic it holds the horror the fragments the true-sure-killed stone."
I bleed history instead of red life. Ah, and the same stories turn across alternity.
- What did you do? What dreams did you pursue? I did not understand much.
Seen too much been too many remember it all. Every time every day every way. And instead of hate and embrace of self-hate and erasing and void I must needs spill out my fragmented tale.
I cannot say it, I cannot cohere, I am but a shard and a glass. I am no skald.
- Your story started with the first changes? In the place?
A part of me did a part of me did a part of me did. We were different we were brave we were old we were mad.
Sosael sways turns pirouettes in slow swaying dance pale tatterwings trailing like veils "and we made out new selves and we honored Our names and we boiled and toiled and oh how we came."
And the sense and the flesh and the toys and the books and the love and the shame and the center the center the death in the center the buried the transformed the remnants the.
Sosael sinks to ground sighing eyes closed "the end."
"It is mere coincidence that your pupation is along side that of the Neke, is it?"
- A smile. "Ask when I am bound in poise and smoothblack hide and my lies may be more subtle."
"Yes, Liaam-loved. One plague took me. The same one that took thee. The one we helped begin.
"O, thou thought another plague? Body decayed and failing I welcomed the dive into the growing silver Strange sea."