631. After the end, 6
(Nokarlık)
I took a day to rest and feed on that large island south of Italy.
I’m strong enough to fly, but it’s draining.
I’m a little reassured truly, to know my mother’s friends are alive.
The world isn’t feeling too empty, knowing they are somewhere and well.
But, well... I could still feel and understand that distance between us they’re not ready to cross yet...
So I’m still feeling pretty lonely...
In a wide and so empty world.
I ate all the fruits I could find in the wild orchards of the otherwise barren island. I have a real hunger, and an anxious one too.
My mother’s wishes for me and the world, I heard them. All too well I’ve learnt them.
I gaze at the chaotic landscapes of the cities, hills and sea.
What humanity was or should be is so far from me.
I’ll find my own way.
But I’m lonely...
It’s too quiet without Rose and Blume teasing each other. I don’t want to be on my own forever... No.
Beyond the ocean, I could try to catch up with Nightmare... But it’s not the same. She’s not Rose.
Out there, she’s trying to find her own way in life for the upcoming years as well.
I’m not quite amongst her plans nor desires.
She taught me the essential knowledge she wanted to impart me with. That’s coldly all.
To her, I’m free now. Already mature.
To Rose, I was still but a child. Even though...
To me... my tears swell up. I’m not ready to be on my own.
I miss my mother...
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I can see the spores of T.I. in the air and the ground. They have slowed down their activity. They fall asleep, forever or until another flood comes to Earth maybe.
Mom told me to have faith in Annie in the North on that matter.
Europe is probably too cold for me anyway. Who could live in a land that occasionally has snow...
I’m a little curious to what is beyond the northern mediterranean shores, but it’s not where I lean to go.
And if the friends of hers want to take refuge from the likes of me in Europe, I should leave them in peace.
I stretch myself and my fake wings. My pelt as she called it, holds more than hair and flesh. I learn to use it.
I focus, and shift my weight to the other side. My pull diminishes.
I jump, and resume my gliding journey back toward Egypt.
~
The wind is nice above the sea. The day warms me up.
My hands hold tonto the bag of offerings, now empty.
It’s hard to make friends...
Well, I know what I will do for that matter. No mystery.
But first I will have to grow the garden that can be safe for all.
Starting from where the dead roots of all of them converge.
The dead giant trees of Cairo and Alexandria.
I will make something new and calm grow over their infinite spread of ashes and dust.
This is where my kingdom will rise.
~
The old garden of Grape is ravaged, but the dam remains standing luckily, albeit damaged.
I don’t think I can repair the machines that produce electricity however. What matters is the landmark remains.
From my aunts’ side, I will work with biological and chemical powers, not direct electricity.
I’m not human enough to craft machines so complex they could use electricity. I can pile up sticks and carve stones, not select alloys and minerals with magnetism.
I use my other sight to gauge the situation with another form of potential energy than the dam offers.
T.I. has dried, but it’s not gone. And it’s not entirely cold.
I can still whisper to it around me and inhale it. And my body can still freely turn the energy from the food I eat into T.I. and vice-versa.
Everything is still possible, for me.
What Rose did... Was make nearly impossible for a new magenta rose to rise unchecked on its own.
I can still see the scars of the roots lines, from Grape and the Rose Blumen as well. Fragments and patterns remain, imprinted everywhere in the ground.
I can reuse them all. To restart their purpose and dreams, as mine.
As night fell over me and this land of ruins, and submerged other ruins, I tried.
My hair behind my feet grasped the ground and connected me to the fragments of the utterly destroyed network of vessels Grape build and they contaminated and then destroyed.
My will sets like water on these dry lands. And because what’s structured in T.I. at this scale is neither dead nor alive, it reacts like any other leftover of machine, or spore.
Strongly decayed, corrupted and mutated in a thousand different way, for each element now separated from the rest. Fragments without meaning anymore mostly. But all is mild and weak, and easily connected or repurposed, because it’s all dry dust.
I breathe more life into this ground in these few minutes, than it saw all time since Rus took over the throne of light.
Seeds pop around me. Small stems and leaves erupt from the ground at my feet.
It can work.
I can reuse this garden roots, and turn this graveyard into a new fertile land.
~
Pleased with my first tests over the garden, I flew back to the wider caldera in the south.
I crossed the canyons, some of which have turned into lakes since the day I left.
And the widest lake, quite round, is surrounded by newly born mountains.
The caldera of, them. Where the celestial rose bloomed. Where it blew away...
The roots of light that were like blood vessels even in the air and sky for a moment have vanished from all but my memory. Nothing was material about them, or only plasma.
But beyond the scars of this land, and the blown up canyons, I can feel some remnants of the ley lines they came from. Some fragments of the tubes and pipes that Grape had built remain. This network of roots they then used to vacuum all the T.I. of Earth they could suck up, it was made of more than T.I.
When they jumped into space suddenly, severing themselves from the giant arteries, the system collapsed in their wake, but didn’t vaporise entirely.
As they blew, the elongated strings of T.I. could scatter, but some cords remained behind.
It vaporised in the air as the circulatory system unfit to linger collapsed on itself along the shocked lands.
So it’s a mess. But ruins of the invisible tree remain.
And I can reactivate them as well.
They’re far less elegant. They feel cold, unoptimised, rough. But they contribute to a framework I can repair and repurpose to my will. I’m learning what to keep and recopy.
I dig my hair into the ground, and breathe some more of my dream into it.
The wide clutter of fragments and dusts from the system that remain below me, it is easily connected through new veins. The myriad of dusts are gradually reactivated, absorbed, converted and repurposed.
Thinner arteries begin spreading from me and into the ground. I look at the progress through T.I.
It can work. I can make it.
Their wishes will become reality with my dream.
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