Eventspace

Corr woke. No, nae wasn't awake. Didn't feel like the waking world. This was something else. Something.. dreamt. Fel walked through odd images. Carpet below, green leaves at the walls. Then things mixed, mushed, concrete, buildings, cars, craft, roads, Symbian through-ways. It was slow, and subtle. Pastel. There were figures, thousands. Some of them shone like lanterns. One lit up like Sol. It walked to fel, the brilliance dimming, remaining strong behind muses beady black eyes. Litany reached up and took fels paw. They walked through the calm, shifting madness for some time. Hours, minutes.. measurement was meaningless here. Corr stopped. "Where." Mus gazed up at fel with a knowing grin. Mus pointed, the light Litany possessed beaming out to pin down the jumbled world into solid substance. A man weeping for a slain child. A woman giving birth. A solson in fierce combat. Another stirring medicines. Slopes in the ground of the maddening world coasted down towards the death and destruction, up to place the invention and love on rounded hills. Areas grew dim as wars broke out, blazed at sports events. Events. It was all events, bottled and channelled and displayed. Back was stake burnings and birth of writing, war horses, iron swords, the knife, the fire, the wheel. Forward was glimpses. Odd, sleek craft, massive gatherings of Changed, a weaving between Symbian and Terran births. Most of it was muddy, dim, scattered. Litany looked up at Corr, expectant. "See." Corr sobbed out the answer before nae could think. "Yes." There was no thinking here. Everything was felt. Seen, connected, or lost. Corr waved fels arm in a circle, ending at naes chest. "Why." Mus tugged fel along like an eager child, through protests and schools, past murders, around rubble, over construction. There was a new hill. A mountain. Bright spots littered all over it, up its slope. Shapes, shining shapes looking vaguely like people, others were symbols both Terran and Symbian, others simply shards. No detail, just curves and suggestions. "Look," chirped Litany, and raised muses tiny hand, illuminating. The random points dimmed away, as a new light burst forth at the very peak. Corr was blinded, throwing fels hands up to block. The searing light cooled, while Corr looked through slitted eyes. And gasped. Like a god, stood a taur, basked in sunlight, ears large and tautly upright, two stars for eyes, a long and sinuous tail tufted at the end, powerful chest, clenched fists. And midnight blue fur, splotched with snow white, a fat cross of pure brightness set at the chest.