The Void Before Voice — continued Barbelo drifted in the silence that was no longer silence, for her very breathing had made it restless. Every exhale bent the void; every inhale drew it trembling back. She was mirror and womb, flame and vessel, too full for stillness. Yet within her fullness stirred a loneliness sharp […]
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