Part of a collection of correspondence between Mobysnail and Songlines that occurs in the 23rd century. From Barlow-62 space transport hub, Mobysnail is working on a space opera/novel on telekinetic snails that have achieved inter-galactic travel. But who is Songlines? And who is the little girl Cali that appears in his dreams?
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Songlines,|
The dreams come still, irregular eyes beseeching. I saw Cali by the edge of a cliff. She was in a white frock hopping from foot to foot, at six years maybe, humming a silly tune about frogs and snails.|
In the distance, I can see an army of thousands, in armor, with banners from the Last Frost. Cali did not seem concerned. She had found a snail. She loved snails and one on her finger becomes her world.|
This is the song that streams now through the transport. It’s by Turo of Amber-7. Do you know it?
“I surrender myself to the thing I do not know, the edges of my resistance fade, the part which was mine now unfolded unraveled and decoded. It’s an empty hash within an empty space …”|
I’ll look for you in the transit. Grumps sends regards.|
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Part of a collection of correspondence between Mobysnail and Songlines that occurs in the 23rd century. From Barlow-62 space transport hub, Mobysnail is working on a space opera/novel on telekinetic snails that have achieved inter-galactic travel. But who is Songlines? And who is the little girl Cali that appears in his dreams?
Text:
Songlines,|
The dreams come still, irregular eyes beseeching. I saw Cali by the edge of a cliff. She was in a white frock hopping from foot to foot, at six years maybe, humming a silly tune about frogs and snails.|
In the distance, I can see an army of thousands, in armor, with banners from the Last Frost. Cali did not seem concerned. She had found a snail. She loved snails and one on her finger becomes her world.|
This is the song that streams now through the transport. It’s by Turo of Amber-7. Do you know it?
“I surrender myself to the thing I do not know, the edges of my resistance fade, the part which was mine now unfolded unraveled and decoded. It’s an empty hash within an empty space …”|
I’ll look for you in the transit. Grumps sends regards.|
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