Highest Hopes In Framework Frozen
The crier, the banshee, took off on her flight. The mirror reflected her image to the four winds. Though all was frozen, inside she kept time, so in the space between heartbeats all else would be made right. The cave had been shaped, and its limits understood. Though all was spent to shape it, this single reset remained, like a half coin flipped through eternity finding its match, and finding the center, the balance, of all. She knew the paths like the back of her hand; her unwitnessed journey ticked by like her counting, outside and in. Right on cue she cried out, perfectly in place without observing or needing to observe, shattering the frozen space into a fractal pattern preordained. Twice and thrice she repeated, outpacing the cracks, and compounding the effect, until the labyrinth was complete, one that could not be remade or destroyed, one truly unique. The image fades now, as she finds the shore and, in time, a vessel. This vessel carries me, in the dreaming, grateful to ha...