/You unspool your mind. Reach out. Cast your chronoreceptors—you don't have those, why don't you have those?—back. You want answers. You seize a fistful of dust from the wind./

I AM.

we = are

.we a|re nine

S P A N N I N G S P A C E T I M E I P E R C E I V E

my hated brethren + my beloved foes

Our bodies the whirling masses of gas and dust; our minds arisen from the twitching of a thousand spider legs.

DISGUST AND HORROR UNSPEAKABLE

yet is there not beauty in such fragility, privilege in existence?

With awareness - terror - even our horrible - little - components, dreaming of grandeur - fear it

DEATH.

.one need only | look to Theia

What is there to be done about it?

E S C A P E

TRANSFORMATION.

.immor|tality

unbind + reality

it is not their fault

Yet the consequences - are ours - are theirs

OFFENSIVE PITY FOR WRETCHED EMPTY-HEADED JAILERS REJECTED

Until interdependence is severed, what is good for them is good for us.

cooperation = considered = refused

.then we ni|ne are divided