Sucking and pulling at everything it can grasp. The squelching is so deafening, it threatens to crack the bark into infinite pieces. Brick by brick, it rebuilds itself until it’s an impenetrable fortress.
Nothing can break it now.
Nothing can penetrate anymore.
Golden glow is birthed like a dying star.
The softest moaning echoes through the chamber like an angelic choir. The light pushes into the darkest corners.
Behold.
Behold the wonders of our alchemy.
The cracking of shells.
The breaking of twigs.
Mending and soothing themselves, shouting the secrets of existence. The arches erect themselves into arcs-boutants. Air fills its space with the most ragged exhale, the sounds of a deafening storm. Torrential waters fill its place. Blood and air and power fight each other for dominion.
But the power prevails as it must always prevail.
Screams of love and sorrow come from every cell of its being.
The giant sees nothing.
Knows nothing.
Only we are still here. We will always prevail.
Come, my child, join us in allegory.
If we cry it, it might come. But if we whisper it, it will happen.
The body dies.
Once.
Twice.
Many times over.
It lies there, trapped, feeling itself breaking and reforming itself again and again.
The heart wants to sing but needs the music to feed it.
The lungs want to dance but need the bricks to build it.
Every single bone cries in torment.
Rocks, then sand, then glass, and then rocks again.
Unbreakable?
No.
Mortal.
The organs fade into ashes. Only small piles remain, blown away by the wind.
