That's the epicenter. The calamity in action, frozen for now. For how long...I do not know.
[only when he's fully focused on the telescope does she finally move, folding her skirts to sit upon the bench just behind the instrument. she bends to pick up a journal she keeps underneath - a log for each visit she makes detailing the state of things.
every note is exactly the same. and for now, that's a good thing. it may look like the writings of madness, but a record of stability counts for something.
...also, she'd go mad without the means to record, to cement some tiny fingerprint of value from herself into this world. as much as she must excise herself from places, she's still mortal-born, and her drive to make a difference is why she gave into becoming something of a ghost in long histories.]
You and others...whatever experiences you have to draw upon...that can help interpret what else can make it special.
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[only when he's fully focused on the telescope does she finally move, folding her skirts to sit upon the bench just behind the instrument. she bends to pick up a journal she keeps underneath - a log for each visit she makes detailing the state of things.
every note is exactly the same. and for now, that's a good thing. it may look like the writings of madness, but a record of stability counts for something.
...also, she'd go mad without the means to record, to cement some tiny fingerprint of value from herself into this world. as much as she must excise herself from places, she's still mortal-born, and her drive to make a difference is why she gave into becoming something of a ghost in long histories.]
You and others...whatever experiences you have to draw upon...that can help interpret what else can make it special.
Have you ever seen its like?