You will not know me, I make this my mission. A silver-haired cat, spitting and scratching, claiming escape. Obsidian intensity… an opaque window, trickster, elusive, fleet.
All is flow. The rivers are rising. I paddle a boat upstream, small but unsinkable. There are no maps, just the insistent refusal of the source, driving me backwards as I approach.
Dwarf Star Origami III
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