“Kados is staring at me from somewhere beyond the window’s reflection, quietly orbiting the rim of our uncertainty. I stare back, sharing this world as only one mind can.
“Do you remember?” he asks.
“The beginning; our beginning. Darkness was resolute, unbeholden to the trivial whims of humankind, forever spooling outward, until there came a gentle sluicing, a rhythmic pulsing of blood, a sea of memories as old as our universe. We came from a cradle of motion, slow-turning urges from that dark cocoon into a propelling sacred light, our mind flowing out of this long dreaming.”
“Yes. I remember, Kados. And I remember you were already there, guiding me through that lightless tunnel into our first song, our first illumination, first breath, first touch…hope…the arc of love.”