1017. Borromean noumenal, 2
(Rose)
Tilke tells me more about what she calls cosmicism.
I nod to most of these feelings they mean to reveal.
I raise my sight to the shapeless blur that might come from the moonlight. The sky is cloudy and the air is wavy.
I felt that fear more than once.
She made it hers again.
Only she could do it. And she will achieve what even the pinnacle of the old ones failed to be.
That makes me melancholic again.
I wished Tilke goodnight and tried to sleep.
Dreaming again of the fantastic other facets of you.
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We leave a city molten through the jungle of nature old and new, only to reach the next one of this mixture.
It seems to go on like that forever along multiple rivers and endless boulevards. If most of the flora in the world hasn’t changed much, it’s the complete other way in this side of the world.
I barely recognise a thing. We venture through tunnels of rubbles and mud that weird hybrids of plants and mushrooms have erected and sculpted.
Everywhere around, random reactions of what we call life turn the land around and into different forms.
What Tilke calls rusticles are turning the steel meshes of the buildings into rust flora. Cars too grow these things. Metal is soil for other forms of bacteria and flora now.
Again my easiest summary is that any and every straight line and polished curve humanity had made is eroded beyond recognition. The megalopolis stretching into this endless otherworldly valley looks like it has been sunk for eons, and thrown out into space, in another realm, more eldritch and foreign.
It’s not water as thick as the green sea flooding this land, but it still looks so out of human time, as if thousands and thousands of years had passed.
R - At least when I returned to Earth with you in my arms, I don’t think we’ve skipped time again. That sounds unlikely.
One transmigration through time was plenty for my own memories. Tilke still is more free of roots, somewhat.
We cut and eat the pods of fruits that are not seemingly poisonous.
Although we had a nasty surprise.
Tilke cut open a bulb that looked like a ripe mango growing along some...
Some parts of this landscape that we can’t quite easily define the nature of.
Very surreal structures born from an insane artist, or more likely chance, life and time. Like most fascinating things in the universe.
T - Like all things in the universe if you put it that way.
I laughed.
R - Now that you mention, I think you are right...
We keep discussing cosmology and astrophysics lately. We think about it when we venture through this land and think of the origin that caused such a change. It was more global and deep a change to most of reality than anyone or anything had really been able to handle.
R - Even for little Meriline, or the Aïsshea, or me and Selya. Even Nightmare said... Well, basically the same thing as me.
T - That fright from another form of wider and older god you saw.
R - Not a god. More like a mixture of a black hole and white fountain halo. A direct sight of either side of the Tamźródlo feels like watching a neutron star approaching like a meteor our solar system. The violet eyes are terrifying stellar structures. It’s good we have one under control now.
It doesn’t suffice to erase all fears for the day forward. But there’s nothing I could do about a vagrant neutron star.
R - For the time being, there’s no rational reason to change our course of action. But you’re right. This fright deep inside remains.
Tilke hops over other meaty roots. And she cuts open that fruit looking shape. I watch it happen and don’t realise fast enough. It’s not flesh inside, and only a smelly kind of syrup drips.
I have a shiver, a bad feeling about it, and I immediately throw a cloth over it and wipe her hands.
T - What is it?
The stain digs through her skin in seconds.
The colony of bacteria devours her derma terribly fast.
Before she has a time to react or scream, I switched on my light.
A blinding flash hurt our eyes. A sensation of intense heat ensues as a ball of flames scatters.
Tilke yells. Her hands are on fire and still being devoured from inside.
The heat didn’t suffice.
I pin her down. I took up my knife, terrifying her. And...
She was lucky... I see the infection actually diminishing and dying as its remnants diffuse through her arms.
Tilke couldn’t see that and thought I was going to cut her arms off after burning them. She cries, holding her arms limp and painfully burnt. She’s stepping away from both the cause of her woe and me.
I prepare a more forgiving spell now that I have time to collect my thoughts as well.
R - My apologies friend. I will heal you.
T - It hurts! What was that!
R - Another truth unfortunately. The most diversified vectors of chemical changes are neither plants nor animals we can see...
Tilke tries to move her fingers but it’s painful. I burnt her skin, though this killing most of the concern too. Her organism handled the rest, but overall she lost a lot of skin to the hungry little cells and temperature.
This was a colony, not a fruit. A bulb, or a cyst.
I get closer to the frightened child. My hands glow more kindly. I kneeled.
R - Allow me?
She trusts me enough after this journey. It hurts her though this time. She rests her hands in mine.
My flow merges gradually with her, and her body is eager to use the help of fluids and energy I can provide.
Her metabolism is multiplied. She regenerates rapidly.
T - Mono cellular organisms... And energy.
R - Precisely... Do you wish, to go to space someday?
She’s taken aback by mu sudden question, but ponders it seriously.
T - Not really today. And there’s still clearly far too much to learn on this mouldy rock first... Thank you for your help.
R - You don’t have to mention it. I feel responsible and I should do as much.
T - How much can you actually do?
R - Well...
The emissary attached to my back shivers as I think of it. I didn’t even use its power here. Only what my cells know how to accumulate.
R - I’ll think of a show when it wouldn’t disturb such a rich environment. Or if we direly need it.
T - Right...
Our weapons were useless, she also noticed.
Gloves would have better helped.
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