May 26th, 2552 New and Improved
Test Pilot/ Part-time mechanic, Kat James Reporting
We’ve regrouped around Dancer’s Retreat. Part of me wanted to go back to Curious and Random but that ship has sailed. Part of me thinks that the ruins aren’t ruins where they are.
Different planes, different times— different vibrations. I thought about the Fates and suddenly I was standing at the top of a well, looking down into multiple levels of existence and each pool of water reflected another.
I followed the waves as they ebbed and flowed until I found myself facing Andi, and a being I knew was Aziz— Aziz in his true form.
“Now you understand, but it is too late. The damage has been done. The music is a broken cord and you will have to find the long way around.”
He didn’t speak, but I felt the vibrations and somehow understood. Something tells me that the long way around is what they were hoping to avoid.
“All time, no time, all space, no space,” Andi added. I should have known she’d adapt to being one of The Fates. It suits her.
I closed my eyes and in silence, found myself back in my quarters. I’m going to have to work on that— wouldn’t do sleep-slip into another plane, or get out of phase with the ship.