Chapter Three

        

Day Unknown


        Aidra was far, far from home. So far that whether it was a distance in time, or in space, was a matter of semantics.

        So far that home, now… meant anywhere with stars.


        “Aidra…” the darkness, itself, spoke to him. “Aidra… you gave me a voice.”


“Your riddle, Sphinx,” he replied. 


“Aidra… It is in my body. It is in the sound your beloved world of light makes when it shouts into my cavernous heart.”

“Everything flees…” Aidra said. The world and his mind broke against one another like the waves and the shoreline.


“No, it does not.”


“You are nothing to be afraid of,” Aidra said.


“No, I am not. And I am.”


        “You are all there has ever been to be afraid of?” 


        “I am.” 


        “I know your name,” said Aidra. “Nothing.”


        “Nothing,” it replied. Or it did not reply. Because it had never said anything at all. It didn’t have to say anything to speak.

    

        It was nothing.


        But how afraid of it he was.




        Chapter Four

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