They remember the old sky-breaking - the hive-song that turned worlds inside out.
Now there are so few, scattered like molted shells between stars, each name a quiet apology for failure.
One stayed near. One kneels close, does our bidding, and serves directly, a living instrument of the will that grant revenge.
Far off, remnants still click their prayers into the void, and call the same dark matter god.
Reveries:
I • II • III • IV • V • VII • VIII • X • XI • XII • XIV • XVII • XVIII • XIX
Significant Reveries:
VI Entaxis • IX Parataxis • XIII Exotaxis • XV Positive Scototaxis • XVI Negative Scototaxis • XX Palintaxis
VI Entaxis • IX Parataxis • XIII Exotaxis • XV Positive Scototaxis • XVI Negative Scototaxis • XX Palintaxis
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