Almost every day she walked by the sea. She never went anywhere without floor-length dress or skirt and only had shoes on when there were very cold. With bare feet, she felt an intense contact with the planet she lived on for a period, a contact as footwear would diminish significantly. And she needed vitamins from the planet’s soul.
Her eyes always searched the horizon, and in most cases it was possible to see it. But when there was no transition between the sky and the sea, she looked for amber, though in a somewhat phlegmatic manner, which meant that she rarely found anything. For her thoughts were always at Node, and when he would show up, it was time to return.
He had brought her here, and here he would pick her up when the time came, and the cup was filled again.
Few noticed her because every atom in each of her body cells vibrating at a unique rate, the naked eye not immediately perceived. She, however, could see everything when her surroundings, her version, was created by her own mind, and fitted to her senses.
When she saw Node again, she would be filled with vibrant bliss, and together they would, in a heartbeat, break through time wall, return home and rejoice in the eternal corridors while composing the fundamental frequencies, the planets composers sometimes tuned in to and harvested by. But only when the weight of her stay here, had filled her cup to the brim again.
Such was the horizons, and the next time it was her turn to pick someone who could show a filled cup.
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