Broken, Jari had said, and broken again. At last I understood his meaning, seeing clean fractures where my thread passed from Delos and the Quiet had intervened to force me onto Emesh and where Aranata had taken my head. Jari had spoken of roads, but I saw rivers. Perhaps the truth of what I saw is more than any human mind can comprehend, and these visions are only the animal mind’s interpretation of the eldritch truth. Perhaps we humans can perceive that truth only by analogy. Even Jari’s posthuman mind had failed.
