The scene was familiar. At the same time, I couldn’t have said what happened next. It was like a book I’d read years ago and promptly forgotten, too strange to commit to memory.
Okay, yeah, definitely Dandelions.
Two beings spiraled through an airless void, past suns, stars and moons. They rode the ebbs and flows of gravity, ate ambient radiation and light and drew on other things I couldn’t perceive.
There be whales here.
They slipped portions of themselves in and out of reality to reshape themselves. Push further into this reality to ride the pull of one planet, shift into another to ride that slingshot momentum, or to find some other source of momentum elsewhere.
Taylor is getting better at comprehending the Dandelions. This would be at least the third time she’s had this sort of experience, even though she never remembered them, so maybe that’s to be expected.
Ten thousand thousands of each of the two entities existed simultaneously, complemented each other, drew each other forward.
There were two of them last time too.
And back then they arranged another meeting. I wonder if these might be the same two, and this the same meeting they arranged then.
Hell, maybe there only are two, total.
They shrugged off even the physical laws that limited the movement of light, moving faster with every instant. The only thing that slowed them was their own desire to stay close, to keep each other in sight and match their speeds.
I also wonder whether there’s some form of mating ritual going on, or if they’re just “friends” or “family”, in whatever sense those terms may apply to them.
Yet somehow this movement was graceful, fluid, beautiful even. Two impossible creatures moving in absolute harmony with the universe, leaving a trail of essence in their wakes.
I’ve said this before, but I still love the way Wildbow describes the Dandelions.
Krixwell Liveblogs 