go with the flow

Time has stopped before us The sky cannot ignore us He only nodded his assent at the last notions, still somewhat bothered by things he couldn’t quite place. Maybe he should’ve let all the frustrations dissipate anyway, for ruminating and musing on it scarcely mattered anymore; gone and done with the pricking of a rose directly upon Dahlia, rather than the hardships and troublesome routes they’d taken within the interim. His eyes narrowed at Sunjata’s other particulars, remembering the orca, and knowing that’d have some limitations as well. But by then he’d spotted semblances of where the current might’ve led into the rest of the brink, and Deimos lowered himself briefly to snag at a rock nearby, before tossing it into the left side. He watched as it sunk, then drifted, disappearing altogether beneath the surface, but had slanted outwards before its ultimate departure. All right he confirmed, and then his stare followed the line of bulging outcrops, silhouetted and illuminated by the violet light. We can try this way then? Figuring on opposing ends – as he rose, but still hovered, slowly, over to where there could’ve been land jutting outwards from the right. the Resurrected Sword No one can separate us For we are all that is left