Today came silence.
Today tides welled on the sidewalk.
Today came rain, through a clear blue sky.
My sunshine, my starlight, gravity and the void –
“The River” – most every city holds this entity.
This fractal fate, this chance in time…
“My dear, I can’t stay – you have a disease, I’m afraid…”
“It seems you still have your wits about you.”
Those who take on battles they know they may not win.
One of the most predictable moments in every piece of fantasy fiction: the characters are told to stick to the path. Oh, dear – guess what happens next.