one.

[medeafalls]

The city, the city is dead and alive and dead and alive and turning like the carousel, only you can't see it. You can't see that you're all going around and round, spinning like tops, like teacups, but what happens when you stop? Will you be dizzy and laughing, or will you fall to the once-steady, the treacherous ground? Spinning. Spinning

Comments

[obliviomancy]

He's probably in another world. You're in the City.

[obliviomancy]

That doesn't make any sense. Even if there's something I need to see, it's not you.

[medeafalls]

Of course not. You're talking to me through a computer.

[obliviomancy]

Well, at least that part's right.

[medeafalls]

I'm strange. Not stupid.

[obliviomancy]

That kind of depends on what you're comparing yourself to.

[medeafalls]

The term is 'gifted.'

[obliviomancy]

A lot of people are. So what?

[medeafalls]

Everything she did: music, maths, theoretical physics, even ... There was nothing that didn't come as naturally to her as breathing is to us.

[obliviomancy]

That's great. For her. Doesn't make much of a difference here.

[medeafalls]

It's all I have.

[obliviomancy]

Stories about someone else?

[medeafalls]

I can't tell my own stories or they'll come for me. Make me hurt. Take them again. I've only just started again, I can't go back again, I can't.

[obliviomancy]

...

This isn't your world. It's not like you could go back even if you wanted to.

[medeafalls]

They'll always come, they're always looking. Planet to planet, all across the 'verse. Distance is nothing.