There had been a stillness, and patience, and the linear passage of eons. No engines turned over in unreachable depths, no landscape of false ruins, painted on lenses of the portholes. Toluene didn’t dissolve chambers only to have them reconfigured and flash-hardened by mindless machines to suit ...
Almost easy to forget there was movement whatsoever. In fact, at times, despite Mereziah’s general state of mounting excitement, it was possible to forget what he had done in the first place, the decision he’d made to leave his station behind and rise upwards, alone, in the world. Lucid peaks — w...