Darkness. But not as alone as I fervently wished. If I had ever needed
all my skills and cognitive powers, all my mental agility as well as an
agile body, now was the time in all my life when I needed them the most.
In
the complete darkness I returned steadily but without haste taking this
time to feel more surely and completely what was about me. What it portended
and what it spoke. What it needed and what it asked.
The clamor of the disturbed difference for a moment lessened. I perceived
then a feathered range of harmonics both of sound and of radiation which
were a portion of source line vibrations just on the border of infrasound
and bordering the ultraviolet. It was precisely these 2 areas, where I
was now augmented by my difference, which completed the fractal image in
my mind and gave it dimensional depth.
And
with that I understood how the source lines moved and thus what they needed.
They
moved in a complex weaving of their chords and strands some of which were
long and lasting while some were more fleeting than the ragged lightning
which struck from the Eoeun sky.
Something had been rent within their dance and I would have to move with
them, among them, and let them reweave it. If that were not possible because
of the Progenitor's intrusion and the consequent disruption of the explosion
I would have to ride the lines across demarcations of time and initiate
the recoursing from another time.
I fervently hoped that I would not have the misfortune to see the Progenitor.
If I did not see her I would not have to remove her. If I saw her I would
have to. I would need to merge with the source lines alone for that would
be as close as I could approach the conditions which had prevailed before
the explosion.
