Encompassing Sea (tskns-2) (Patreon)

Wait, Is It A Journey?

Bob away. The waking mind is a liar. It promises comprehension. It promises a tether to ...

—*static. Second sight. Vision: hairless apes scrape and bow before a neon god they made. A sign flashes out its warning. The words of the Profit are written on your soul of silence.

­... senseless flashes. Picket fences. Chrome wheels. Levitating plates with flat eyes. Patient drones beating gentle drums in the growling roads.

—Vision: end of part 1. The intermission will last fifteen minutes. Please take this opportunity to visit our powder palace. Part 2 will then begin.

—Away, daemon. Away, second thought.

The promontory grows small, the surf silent. The synthetic island a speck, a roost for birds. The wise current takes me.

I see the sea, encompassing, rising into the sky. To one side—I will call it East—it swirls the purple garnet of Amarone. To the other—that shall be West—it hazes opaline like the Moon.

—Amarone: toxic alcoholic beverage unmade in the Great Physical Remap of the Wandering Orphan. Moon, the: largest of the pre-human satellites of Old Soil.

—Distractions! More lies! Look, there, an undine, and here a leviathan. Life swims in this sea.

—Alert! Error 3d3n: unpredicted life form.

Perhaps their voices will drown out this wörmform, this lifeworm, rattling in my head.