Kanni Ugaiya Kilran
The Viper
Who?
Not where. Not when. Not why.
Who am I?
It was a question that penetrated.
Straight down to one’s own existence.
Who
Am
I
?
Just play around with one’s sense of distance.
Until the fields were tilled and there is no soil.
Because the wheat was reaped even if infinite.
And the water is gone because it will not boil.
Senseless. Maybe that’s the word for this. Senses. The word repeats in the head, over and over again, like a whisper in a crevice. A crack in the crag. A chance to look back and…wonder…just what…the heck…happened?
It doesn’t matter anyway. A weapon wasn’t here to stay. A weapon knows to wait, to fill the hand and be coiled by its fingers, to toil for the man who calls upon it in the halls of carnage. Honest. Not so heartless. Wasn’t that…what he was?
Father…
But Father was gone. Long lost like the Lost. Yeah that Empire of the Damned. Nah. Empire of the Lost. Or was a daughter just so karking wrong?
Daughter…
A girl wonders. There between the stars. So far from home. But wasn’t home where the heart was? But the heart was robbed, seized by thieves, grasped in the talons of harpies. That happened the moment the Daughter became the Lost Daughter of the Father of the Lost. Forgotten. Forsaken? Naked. On the floor. Rotten.
“Father…”
A girl whispers.
Alone. Afraid. Naked save for her clothes. Brave. Awake. Asleep. In a dream. Stuck between the fabrics of reality. Just waiting to break free.
But she can’t…because…she isn’t in reality…nah…isn’t even in a lab…she’s just…floating…in this deep sea…in wells between realms…dead and alive at the same time.
“F-Father!”
A girl pleads.
Maybe what is dead may never die but this young woman, this ageless teen and nameless being, cannot realize her own hell. She is a ghost in the shell. Floating so weightlessly…at the fringes of space…in her Crystal Cross…her ship with a fistful of memories of the Lost…and her Razor Ring songsteel blade…courtesy of Velran Kilran who gave her her name…
“...Father.”
She's floating so weightlessly. Her ship sits in the eye of the sky, in the eye of the beholder, blocked behind a boulder, waiting to break free. Will she? Perhaps. Is she a lab rat? The making of a cyborg? Or is she better than that? Will she fly from this door and return to her galaxy? That remains to be seen. As does the name in her dream.
...Kaani...
Kaanni Ugaiya Kilran
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