the very fabric of existence, eternity dawning out around him, sat crooked and sudden before him. a realization that came and went as waves to the moon, clouds billowing, birds screaming, rocks tumbling forth and engulfing his heart———- he cannot think but for abstracts, save the tiny peek of golden, euphoric consciousness that spears itself in his chest. ribs rattle and ache, foreign sensations as wind and precipitation catch in the molecules of his being; spinning, spinning, spinning for eternity.
images of a thousand sunrises play behind placid facade, body a bruise on the very conceivable plane of existence this world sat upon. a smudge among many, one flick of the paintbrush so tiny, a dot upon the canvas. voluptuous women spun fragile and decadent rest on thousands of walls within thousands of homes, masterful hands crafting and shaping and instilling joyous creativity in this world. they flicker as quick moving lights, there and gone again, eyebrows rising higher as he stands, sits, meanders.
the world does not recognize him, their hustle and bustle a painful prick of auditory information bursting through the pinwheel packs of information that spiral within sight and away again, information lodging itself in his wiring and filling it with the 'life' he cannot possibly give it. fingers brush on railings, pant legs, spread palm up to embrace the sky----- the barrage halts, body stilling into place within a plateau of silence, throngs far removed yet mere feet away. his exterior sensors flare into the stream of data once more, voices and noises reaching him as a body registers in his peripheral. a tilt of the head, the only inclination of recognition, immediate scans shifting to the forefront of his data streams, brilliant brightness that would blind a human.
❝ have you a need? ❞
