Helix
“Harmony is more than just a name; she is the ideal candidate as host for a portion of my consciousness. I am the star caught in the tangle above you.”
Nero asked, “Do you have a name?”
“No. I have never bothered with names. I am the light half of the rift. All who exist here do so through me.” She inclined her head imperiously.
Harmony sat back in her own mind and watched with curiosity. Perhaps now she would find out what the hell was going on. It seemed Nero was of the same inclination.
“Why are we here? What is this place?” He asked it politely, but Harmony saw him flick on a recorder.
“This place is an accident. Aeons ago, a star began to burn out, and in its panic, it cried for help. I was a rogue star, and I made my way to it with all speed. When I arrived, it was too late. The star I sought to comfort in its last moments had begun to implode. Imagine my surprise when I was hauled toward its collapsing shape.”
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