WE are the dust of dust.
we are the apple of god’s eye. we are infinite as the universe we hold inside.
WITH golden string, our universe was clothed in light. pulling at the seams:
our once barren world now brims with life. THAT we may fall in love every time we open up our eyes. I GUESS space & time takes violent things, a n g r y things & makes them kind.
LET there be light, let there be light, let me be r i g h t.
little whimpers of pity & rage & Lyratic resolution shook her breast and her throat, making pantalaimon grind his teeth in sympathy.
lyra belacqua silvertongue. 18. leo. student of alethiomtery at st. sophia's college, oxford. dæmon: pantalaimon, pine marten form. trapped in an alternate dimension to her soulmate even before this mess, nbd.