If you understood their symbiosis, then the distinction between Yves and the sphere became difficult to maintain. The sphere was not only framed by him, it was also his sHEll. As contradictory as that seemed; it was both, at the same time. It was both around him and within. Yves controlled the frame of shards that had gathered around it; that construction of greys and edges that belonged more to him than to the rest of this abstract world. This construct answered to him. It moved when he initiated movement. It held, more or less, the suggestion of his shape. But if you narrowed existence down to essence, then Yves existed not around the sphere, but inside of it. The sphere constituted his core.
His essence was within.
The word core felt very wrong for that relationship, though it did well to contain the rather adequate terror of framing his own self. If Yves was the figure whose extremity of shards could close around the stave, the sphere lay within him. If, on the other hand – or rather, without any such hand – he was only the essence that could direct that shard figure, then the sphere enclosed him. It also did not answer as those fragments did. Yves could carry it by framing it with his shards, but he was unable to control it directly. He could not persuade it to shift within his form like he could displace the shards. He could not change its shape. It was something entirely foreign.If you understood their symbiosis, then the distinction between Yves and the sphere became difficult to maintain. The sphere was not only framed by him, it was also his sHEll. As contradictory as that seemed; it was both, at the same time. It was both around him and within. Yves controlled the frame of shards that had gathered around it; that construction of greys and edges that belonged more to him than to the rest of this abstract world. This construct answered to him. It moved when he initiated movement. It held, more or less, the suggestion of his shape. But if you narrowed existence down to essence, then Yves existed not around the sphere, but inside of it. The sphere constituted his core.
His essence
was within.
The word core felt very wrong for that relationship, though it did well to contain the rather adequate terror of framing his own self. If Yves was the figure whose extremity of shards could close around the stave, the sphere lay within him. If, on the other hand – or rather, without any such hand – he was only the essence that could direct that shard figure, then the sphere enclosed him. It also did not answer as those fragments did. Yves could carry it by framing it with his shards, but he was unable to control it directly. He could not persuade it to shift within his form like he could displace the shards. He could not change its shape. It was something entirely foreign.
The metaphysicality of it all disturbed him, every time.
It disturbed Yves because he did not know how this came to be.
How was that possible?
By what logic could a wizard’s essence end up conFINEd—
yes, trapped, inside a witch-artefact?
The metaphysicality of it all disturbed him, every time.
It disturbed Yves because he did not know how this came to be.
How was that
possible?
By what logic
could a wizard’s essence
end up conFINEd—
yes, trapped,
inside a witch-artefact?
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