Character Chart: A Map to the Nine Lives
As we came close to the bluish red dot of Lyra, I was greeted by an experience that followed me since my rescue aboard Big Red.
Indeed, upward we fell, gravity pulling us forward. In the microcosm of a metal shell was the pervading limitless awareness that grappled with the antiquated survival mechanism of biology, and its long forgotten truth.
The dichotomy of otherness and connection. The polarity of biology and spirit. They are meant to merge here. They are becoming one here.
Upward on the precipice.
Illuminated by an impossibly distant star, Lyra beamed, as if to have its own light.
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