Still the Sun

by Charlie N. Holmberg

With Entisa gone, there are thirty-eight of us left. There have been no newcomers, no birth—

it’s not as though water can grow on trees or fall from the sky.

brume.

I whip my hand back. Blood pools in my palm and trickles down my wrist. Damn it, I should have been more careful.

I think we are seeing a past life memory. (I was wrong)

he looks less sickly than before. His pale skin appears more even—unblemished—and its shadows have shrunken.

Are they some kind of incubus or vampire. (I was wrong, but not by much)

It’s not until I’ve finished my calculations that I realize they’d been speaking in another tongue, and yet somehow, I understood every word.

can’t find the surface, and I’m not a good swimmer.

How do you know. How big are the wells

shifts. I watch that knobless door, waiting for it to open. It doesn’t. But the wall next to it does.

The Ancients designed Machine Three thicker in the middle than at the ends. It took you away from me. My gut seizes, sending me to my knees.

She died in the eplosion that blew the hole in floor 3. (I was wrong, it was anti climactic, now i dont even remember there being an explosion)

“Two.” He again checks the road. “But we’ve nearly reached a third.” “Nearly reached?”

Not from an explosion then

Holes. They make me think of him. Of the way her body crumpled. I’m trying not to. I have to wait for Heartwood. I fear that lingering in Emgarden will give me away.

Her? (It never really explains this i think inknow what shes talking about, but not 100% sure)