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in your man made sky - Everett - January 08, 2023
Nature unfurled in a brilliant field of water and waves, of seabirds who cried like the ones in his vision, with salt that seasoned the air.
Everett breathed in along the cliff side as dawn stretched out along the horizon. Pearly pink spilled across the sky and warm gold across the waters.
Familiar but altogether not.
Evander would arise soon, the morning of this third day. Three days, and he had not seen the lion’s face. Neither had he heard the voice of the lamb, nor seen an apparition of gold along the shores, dancing, as some had once done.
And in this last day, he wondered if he had been wrong.
It was a fleeting thought, but one so common. Wrong, wrong, wrong, as he had always been. And this last thread of hope lay frayed at the end of this line to the sea.
Pawsteps lifted along the ground behind him. Everett did not greet his brother with anything more than a blink. He did not even look. He could not even look!
Evander settled in the space beside him, and they waited there in the silence of dawn. Gold pillars, now crumbling.
Well, at least one.
We must keep going,Everett said with a fizzle of breath. He wished only for more time.
Where to next?
And therein, he lent into the shift. He could have sent Evander outwards. He could have sent him on his own. But the flash of teeth flashed in his own memory. The backwards glance of a bowed messiah as he’d traded his brother for that made of dust.
Never again.