Story a day: 8.9.16

The pieces flowed toward each other. They melted together, restitching themselves as a single whole. Bit by bit they built, one from many, until they towered high through the heavens.

It was not enough. They reached out, collecting more pieces, melding together with more bits, making fewer “manys” to construct the one.

Neither good nor evil, neither start nor end, it was simply a thing that lived, that grew, that ate, that collected. It was itself, many and one and soon only one.

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