You think of the Far East.
It is where you were birthed (O Mother!). Beneath the golden sky, where dragons cease to exist.
You think of the deluge. Of rubies--you explain-- their never-ending condemnation the bread crumbs destined to lead you home.
A glimpse, you promise.
Return to the coliseum where you brandished Excalibur, eons ago.
Fernweh. For the beasts you fought with and against. What of their fate? You wonder. The Sisters always weaved in inscrutable ways.
What of the rubies?
Nestled in the crotch of a miser. Travelling the Seven Seas with the simplest of the intellects. Whatever the case may be, how could it get any better than this? You laugh haphazardly.
Dispersed. Strewn. Separateddiffusedspreadout. Scattered by what lurks within, he murmurs.
You think of Atlas, shoulders burdened by the symphony of billions. One day they'll understand. One day, you echo.
He gazes.
At you.
Touché.
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