The revealed interior, behind my internal veil, scrutinized.

A Second Æthyr.

~

“Tell me what you see,” he suggests.

“I see Sky above the white-capped Sound.”

“How does it appear?”

“Like some animal beat the shit out of it. Bruises of cold, blue, steel gun silver clouds. Lower scaping of a hazy, purple mist with undertones of blue and grey interplaying with the rays of occasional sun bursts.”

~

Another virus breaking through the ice queen’s firewall.

~

“Tell me what you hear.”

“Creaks of cracking support beams, slowly unseaming, internally, above me.”

~

Oh him? He’s an emotional support beast. Don’t pet; he will eat your fingers. Fair warning.

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