who we are and all that we're trying to be
Normally his dreams were contorted into something nostalgic, painful, vivid, blunt memories never quite sealed away. But in these hours, his name reverberated through cosmos and constellations; peeled his thoughts from any other webbed machinations and experiences, until his furrowed brow was lifted, in some semblance of understanding. Safrin, he rumbled in quiet greeting through minds and measures, a half-smile portioned on his face – flitting and floating until they were amidst the ocean.
Far and away from the halls of winter’s everlasting embrace, he turned to nod at Ronin, recalling some year prior when they’d all been summoned in the same way. For healing after the war, for questions, for answers. But this felt different, in fathoms he couldn’t quite reach. His gaze flickered back to the goddess immediately thereafter, draped and veiled amidst them. I trust you are well? extended to both – uncertain of the parameters for the meeting.
It takes dying to know
How to live as ghosts
