eighthour.Time
You don't know the meaning of eternity until you've been there.
Eight-Hour does. She's floated on the endless water and looked up at the infinite sky. She's read the Archives hanging from the bottomless lake. And what she's doing right now, and has been for the past day, is exploring the infinite. Paths of strange and shining blue rise up from the water and dip beneath it, supporting columns disappearing into the bottomless waters. She runs along them as they rise and fall, sometimes losing her footing and splashing into the water; but she's a fairly good swimmer, so she gets right back up again.
Her hair's wet, and so is the rest of her, by the time she stops and goes to bed. "Bed" in this case is a floating platform, about three feet above the water. The moving pathways always keep themselves near enough for a particularly adventurous human to make the transit, but far enough to discourage the less adventurous. She doesn't dry off, just flops down on the platform and is instantly asleep. These events are visible through a large snowglobe in Intuition's attic, though how to get there is another matter entirely. Perhaps you can't. Certainly Eights doesn't want you to, unless you need her for something. She's taking time to be alone, and the only reason she'll come out is if somebody needs her help.
Eight-Hour does. She's floated on the endless water and looked up at the infinite sky. She's read the Archives hanging from the bottomless lake. And what she's doing right now, and has been for the past day, is exploring the infinite. Paths of strange and shining blue rise up from the water and dip beneath it, supporting columns disappearing into the bottomless waters. She runs along them as they rise and fall, sometimes losing her footing and splashing into the water; but she's a fairly good swimmer, so she gets right back up again.
Her hair's wet, and so is the rest of her, by the time she stops and goes to bed. "Bed" in this case is a floating platform, about three feet above the water. The moving pathways always keep themselves near enough for a particularly adventurous human to make the transit, but far enough to discourage the less adventurous. She doesn't dry off, just flops down on the platform and is instantly asleep. These events are visible through a large snowglobe in Intuition's attic, though how to get there is another matter entirely. Perhaps you can't. Certainly Eights doesn't want you to, unless you need her for something. She's taking time to be alone, and the only reason she'll come out is if somebody needs her help.