Ouroboros Spine ikaaktuk ⌿

He hesitated. His doubts felt easier to voice to the cool darkness of the night, which received his words and enveloped them, veiled them from sight, than in the stark light of day where they could not hide so easily. "i...am unsure." He looked to the side, to the forest, to the ground, to the sky.

His voice expanded. "Sometimes I think that she has gone nowhere." And even there his words slipped between meanings. "That she is simply not here anymore." His two sisters, his other mother. Death was a marker, there was a body, and yet at a loss for body or spirit the disappearance still left him at a loss.