My gaze freezes, at a distant point.
On the best possible planet, only she's been gone for a long time, she can no longer be found.
Wild ridges moved in a dance, and night after night for thousands, thousands of years in a row.
I was drowning in the oceans. I built mountains, vertebra by vertebra. In the eternal movement of the world around me.
In the infinity of the ocean and space. In the primordial chaos and peace.
The wind makes the cold burn inside, but the waves stroke the place of the fault, and it still burns. A rift the size of the universe is burning in my chest.
