Permafrost Hollows everlong

he was her. she was him.

the golden threads which bounded from their selves were twined now.

he saw the dreamers wishing to be born in pinpoints of golden light when he closed his eyes and imagined the wilds they had yet navigated.

"we will go," wolf dreamer said. "i'd like to see these villages. whenever you're ready, so i will be also."

and he felt the spinning silver of his chest settle at that, just a little.