The voices answer in a soft murmur, quiet as the waves rolling endlessly onto the shore. Paul tucks his legs a hair's breath closer, his chin tilting down to further obscure his face.
"Life has gone on. It goes on. It will go on." His hands twitch tighter as a tremor runs through him, one that echoes in the shivering whisper of cold metal-on-metal as the ring around them stirs, then ebbs. "The fractal unfolding. I know. I dreamed of it, in the water." He breathes in, his shoulders rising only to fall further on the exhale. "I keep dreaming."
He lifts his head, then, and meets God's black eyes with the strange, flickering illumination of his own.
"Would you sit with me?" Plaintive and lost in a way that a thing that sounds like he does should never be. "Please."
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The voices answer in a soft murmur, quiet as the waves rolling endlessly onto the shore. Paul tucks his legs a hair's breath closer, his chin tilting down to further obscure his face.
"Life has gone on. It goes on. It will go on." His hands twitch tighter as a tremor runs through him, one that echoes in the shivering whisper of cold metal-on-metal as the ring around them stirs, then ebbs. "The fractal unfolding. I know. I dreamed of it, in the water." He breathes in, his shoulders rising only to fall further on the exhale. "I keep dreaming."
He lifts his head, then, and meets God's black eyes with the strange, flickering illumination of his own.
"Would you sit with me?" Plaintive and lost in a way that a thing that sounds like he does should never be. "Please."