The fire burned with its own power, no fuel, no oxygen, unadulterated in its existence as it moved across the worldskin. Jan followed it willingly, mentally tracing each flicker and curl of flame as she did so, and it followed her example, outlining each of her mind’s movements, twisting itself into the shape of her.
This was not a new phenomenon, spontaneous fires had burned
for many over the millennia’s of human thought, shaping as they were shaped,
filtered through human conceptions just as the sun was. It followed, in ways,
the world as it the one it followed wanted it, death camps as tourist traps with
sprouting daisies replacing rough wooden markers. It exposed the inner desires just
like a mirror, reflected the most extreme results back, frightening and discouraging
the watchers, the ones it followed.
A phrase is key here, a phrase that Jan knew from rumours she
had filtered into her over the years, a two word promise that all she saw was the
only truth, that it was her reality reflected like a mirror, but as a mirror,
as a glass backed with metal. It was a reality, it was a reality, it was a rea
WE SEE IT, EACH OF US, WE SEE IT, EVERYONE.
The night was long when Jan finally looked away, back at the
world and its people. She saw it and remembered her phrase, and felt that change
was still viable, worth was worth, human made or otherwise.
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