I go to the Wellspring. Everything is dark and still. That golden light glows from her core, the sacral bowl, she holds it, contained. All around is dark and still, iced over.

A little ways off, Telling combs her own hair. She shows her teeth, fierce and unapproachable. She doesn’t need any help from me.

I take my armor off and go free. I rise up butterfly, smoke, air. I am the star-field. I am the sky descending into the trees.

The trees play through me like music.

The stars above play out in the snow below. I come to rest in the in-between. Everything plays through me.

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