the cold air bites. a small mouth made up of smaller teeth, all gnashing and gnawing, causing numbness then sharp stings. silence grows stagnant, freezing up in the blank spaces between here and the mountains afar. silence shatters into three pieces, then freezes again. kamui is unforgiving, but it was not always this way. she knew, she … remembered. small blurs belonging to an ancient self, for she is that ancient self, that place and being somewhere far, far away. yet it was not far away at all, they were not, they were right here, and he was too. yes, how could she forget?
another dream, or perhaps no dream at all. issun is always there but his voice wanes, and she feels partly lost without him at times. so much can be said but nothing is said at all. blank spaces again. her ears fold upright, attention caught by another ghost or … no. not a ghost. not a dream either. she is confused but, once again, she knows. are you lost?
@divinelit
