[PQ] Semper Fidelis

108 To go on is to go through. At last, even the seer is cremated. Each seed loves the dark for the light it promises. I arrive on silent feet prepared for the unknown. I have things in mind that I have been worrying over—traps that I believe have not exactly been laid, but perhaps still exist. There are things at work here, things beyond my comprehension but perhaps not beyond what little intuition I have left. But everything we are has been leading up to this. It is all for her. If not her, what else? What use our eternity trapped within this sphere? This cage? This prison? It has taken time, but our minds are clever. We will be freed, whether in death or life I do not yet know. But I will spend not another year in this place. And so I arrive. Nodding to Wessex I take up a place near the Spire, gazing up at it and wondering how much longer we shall remain on the outside.