2046 or 1 Post Dissections. Two faces are nowhere to be seen. Faces that had always been bright now shine through their absence, faces lost to time, perhaps never to appear again.“Where are the elders?” Reese asks. “It seems that in the face of the cosmogonic change that occurred, amidst compressed blades of light cutting
The glare of the new red sun washes the shore in copper light. Against it, the figure of Ankel, now fully grown, steps forward.His return after thirty years to the place where he was raised coincides with the Fragmentation itself, the birth of the Giant Dome and with the return of the three heroes of
Reese Cerussites is now sixty-seven years old. He holds in his hands his old yet reliable, recorder. A device that, despite all hardships, maintains the quality of the sound samples it contains. In the first folder are the musical experiments of his favorite namesake artist Ice Atan.In a second one, the hierographs of the Anemaki
Ankel’s Speech, 2040, excerpt from the Shellworld Foundational Address, later classified. “DEAR BELOVED FIRST GENERATION OF STARMIGRANDS,I speak to you not as a ruler, nor as a prophet, but as one who has remained awake while history rehearsed itself.-Freakambers replied that those who say this always rule. Herein lie the reasons behind the decisions leading
Simultaneously and asynchronously, a Kynanthro stands at the washbasins of the Great Hall of Small Meals. Choky reads the hieroglyphic engravings. They narrate the story that shaped the reality in which Whomans and Kynanthros now live. Somewhere around there, there are mentions of the decision of the first abolition of nations into one, including all
Manqui wonders and concludes that somehow and somewhere here, perhaps the roots of the Greek dialects he loves so much might be connected with the sayings and writings of the Hellenic Starmigration Group, as well as, unsurprisingly, with the songs of Ice Atan. They all speak of the time when humans had colors. The dictionary
After many hours of creative solitude accompanied by the music of Ice Atan, Reese Cerussite’s book, and the letter from his mother, witch Dous Anka, Manqui imagines Choky’s wanderings with accelerating procrastination. However, he has shown enough patience waiting for him to return. “What is my little jackal Choky looking to find? Did he find
“… Record button… Reese’s trusted sampler … missing … Manqui’s faithful companion… that’s me of course… went missing off course …too. … So today… I… Cho Kyon… six years old counting seven Ι have nothing left to do than finally get down and do what I was designed for. I … paint Eiri’s …Reese’s fragmentations…
