 All that meets each word of his, full of furious sound, is silence. There is only light pouring from her like wine from a cup that has no bottom. There is only light and the walls of stone and red dirt looming over their heads like steeples to a religion that only she knows the secret of. On and on he goes. She does nothing more than listen and stretch her neck side to side like a cobra who hasn't decided if it wants to eat the mouse or go back to sleep.
Eshek moves like a terror in the tall grass even though there is only sand, shadows and death all around her. Does the setting for horrific moments even matter?
He finishes and still she only watches him, head swinging like a gavel between them. There is in her the thought that his blood must surely flow as freely as his words between the cage of flesh in which he lives. There is the thought too that he would taste as bitter as fermented wine. The swinging of her head stops with one final crack of her old, rotten spine.
The silence is louder than his words and she wants to rip off each of his ears so that he might understand.
“I know what is it this world thinks it knows.” Each word is full of brilliance and sublime in the way it forms from the harmony of light, and sound, and everything. Her voice sounds like liquid silver, hot and melted down only to be reformed in something like platinum. She wants to drown him in the sound of her until his chains are no longer gold but her. “It will learn like all the others.” Oh how she wants to drown him, split open her ribs like a mouth and swallow him until the silence sounds like a hallelujah.
Coldness moves with her when she steps closer. Worms move with her too, poking their heads up in the hollows left by her hooves like flowers rising up towards the sun. Everything that is reminiscent of her dead swap full of fat-faced lotus flowers moves with her. She reaches for him with tight lips and almost closed eyes.
She could look like a corpse without all the spectral light pouring radiance from her form.
“I know the way out.” Still she doesn't smile and her teeth ache like knives in her gums. Her stomach growls like a lion. “And I could show you.” Only then does she smile again.
The world jolts back to life in the shine of her white-hot sun.
eshek
“a fathomless chaos of eternal night.”
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