March 09, 2024, 05:55 PM
He knew nothing of darkness, he knew nothing of light. He only knew the heart beat that surrounded him - rum tum rum tum - enclosing him in a stringed quartet, without beginning, without end. Weaving, simply working him into rhythm ever seeking, to sights without seeing, paws ever kneading, stretching, reaching -
And then he knew stillness, coldness, sadness, the first knowing ache of the Cavetreader's heart. The rhythm still present, yet far off, and his legs now heavy, no longer suspended in that world between worlds, where hearts beat in the collective, and did not want for anything more.
A world he would never return to, and he wailed for his return! And never once did he wonder of the one he would find.
And then he knew stillness, coldness, sadness, the first knowing ache of the Cavetreader's heart. The rhythm still present, yet far off, and his legs now heavy, no longer suspended in that world between worlds, where hearts beat in the collective, and did not want for anything more.
A world he would never return to, and he wailed for his return! And never once did he wonder of the one he would find.
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RE: Clan - by Brac - March 09, 2024, 05:55 PM