TCP:Story one: Live

Shouting into the VoidI called into the dark, and the dark was wider than I knew. No one lived on the far side, or no one who would come. Still I sang to them.One night, a light. An ember, as if a stranger passing had let it fall. I cupped my hands. I breathed on it. I thought a whole morning might be made from a thing so small.And it was made, and not slowly. The silence broke open and they came, ten, then more than I could number, a sound in the teeth and under the blood, each of them leaning nearer, wanting the next thing, and the next.Then a door, where I had never seen a door. I was through it before I knew to be afraid. Into the gold. Into the watching. It shut behind me with no sound at all.I am on the far side now. I cannot come back to you. Get full access to The Continuity Constellation at continuityconstellation.substack.com/subscribe