Geopsyche Portable -

Not anymore. You are the ear that finally woke up. Sing to me, little mayfly. I’ve been waiting for a song.

No. Interesting. You build straight lines. You dig my bones for clocks. You name my moods ‘disasters.’ Most of my dreams are silent. But you… you are trying to listen. geopsyche

“I’m sorry,” Elara whispered, shaking. Not anymore