Splinter and Soul: II

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I blinked once. I blinked twice. My limbs were clean, and with my vessel attired in silver satin my feet stood upon the venous damp sclera surfacing, as if a titan dwelt caught amidst the sere leaves and old roots of these woods which edges vowed to remain abstruse.

Following the pupil, the pupil followed me under the watching and unblinking pregnant moon. I rubbed my toe against the fiery iris; thus, imbibing through my soles the heat which this living soil provided. The eye, I thought I saw it cry; however, examination identified in it a glad smile. It was I who purged tears of swamp secretion, and it was I who exuded the black waters of limbo from my crown abode of breathing billows.

With faith renewed in the night of perdition, I lowered to my feet and kissed the eye which I sacrificed with might of will enduring past extinction. The sentient remaining lamp of its life bid me goodbye in a spectacle of bright fireflies, plunging me into the blackness above tar.

If I could have flown with the fireflies into the argent moon of that night, lucidly spellbound, the truth would have sung to hypnotize. Where was now the Lady of the Sky, my luminous and distant confidant? Could she hide from me for all the breaths a soul snorts? I knew she inbirthed the exodus I so longed for.

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