Submerged
A million voices whispered on currents just out of reach.
He stood at the precipice with his hand outstretched, but his fingers curled in on themselves.
How many times, now, had he listened to that song? The myriad cries of love and loss, of birth and death, over and again...
He shook his head. Focus. Clarity. Calm. Reach into the song - but do not dive. Not yet.
The millions quieted. Then the thousands. Then the hundreds. Then...
Ah.
Just a handful. Just enough for sanity to prevail. A mother and her daughter. One of gods and spirits. A familiar soul in the snowfields. The clash of iron and the screech of wakened magicks most ancient...
He opened his eyes and, with a deliberate lean, stepped from the edge. No wind filled his ears as he plunged into the depths of the Lifestream. No waters rushed to greet him. Only the song - always the song - and the smiling thought that would guide his path.
Whither next?
