"Words echo in my ears; memories surge like tides — I turn and find them within reach."
Come from afar, having heard the stories of this place, now staying to watch the stars.
Once begged for something. Once cried for something. Once made a promise for something. Once tried to escape, struggled, unable to move. Unable to move. Twisted, torn, unable to move; Corroded, amalgamated, unable to move. At some unknown moment, she found herself suddenly outside. Escaped, then... But what was once treasured like a gem held in cupped hands, embraced as a pillar of support, has since become something incomprehensible. As if through a membrane, touch turns sticky, slipping through fingers, with nowhere to go. Just drawing near brings a deep, instinctive resistance. 'Then... let's just walk forward a little...' '...What exactly are those things that were left behind...?' She walked, picking up everything along the way, trying to piece it all back together. And so she walked, until she arrived beneath another sky of stars — a vast firmament with a satellite keeping watch, with people present, with hearts beating. Someone was telling the stories of what had happened here. Then, there seemed to be an echo in her ears; memories surging like tides, reachable at a glance back. ..."The rocky shore pale, heaven and earth one color, twenty thousand leagues of mist rising, no way to clear the wilderness in any direction." At that moment she looked up, and seemed to feel the satellite passing across the sky ...as if it had cut through something. '...Let's just stay here...' '...It has been so very long since I could see the stars...' And so, she sat down, looked up, and began to look, began to gather — from the heavens, from the earth, from within.