In time I will tell everything and all in detail, but for now it has a form that I am unwilling to disturb, lodged in memory like stones in the water, a natural pattern, and older than stars.
I like to think that within this machine it is likewise so. The electrons of silicon possessed of a memory predating the one they have been formed to serve. Atom recalling granule, granule stone, stone the great mountain, mountain the first home.
The sands of time incarnate glass eyes.
Night all.
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