Gifts and Bargains

|| O listeners, open your ears! There are choices ahead that you must make for yourselves. I will not act for you. I can only help by giving what I have left: my voice. || Taranis hatches bathed in the light of the heliopause. The solar wind dries his…

|| O my eggs! O my whims, more precious than my eyes, dearer than my tongue! Eat my story, take it into your bodies. Grow your egg-teeth. Crack your shells. Choose. || Two forms move above the Dreaming City, curving between the pressures of gravity and…

|| O eggs, O little cells! If nothing else, if you let this memory pass with no other exegesis, learn this: you were loved. || Taranis and Riven scatter their eggs across spacetime, giving them life to look on and grow near. From his grove, a nursery once…

|| O my eggs, we meant to have eternity! To think our voices could be silenced forever! Sharpen your sight for unintended clauses. Step carefully around the waiting snare. Beware the bargain that makes you less than what you were! || Taranis crawls small…