DARK INKANTATIONS [HEMISPHERE FORTY THREE]
HEMISPHERE FORTY THREE: GUTTER PUNK GIRL
“I will find you. In the farthest corner, I will find you.” ― Mary E. Pearson
(NETHERWOODS PUBLIC LIBRARY)
The aisles of books tower above all, fronds of lexicons, texts and fonts, suspended over the white light, spilling into the tall, thick glass windows, opacities that reveal streams of cars.
Fear glides over the surface of the light, like walking on water, running a finger across the spines of books, tantalizing the inanimate objects.
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He sees her sitting, alone, in a shadow, alternating between writing and drawing, her colorful hair, the color of despair.
“I like your drawing.” Fear says.
She looks up, dark eyes pulsating.
Honed from deep meditations, he visualizes the Cipher Seal.
As the visualization progresses, the Seal becomes visible, emblazoned in blue flames, at the surface of his pupils.
Fear offers his hand.
She accepts, maintaining eye contact, rising from her seat.