The Sowing
“I hear Soren whisper, and my eyes flutter open. I can’t make out clear lines, only indistinct grey shapes like a dream. Am I dreaming? I can’t hold my head up. How long ago was it that Vale was in here? Ten minutes? I try to think of what’s transpired since then but my mind seems drenched in fog. Ten hours? Why was he here? Who was the old man with the scars?I close my eyes and a shape swims to the surface of the blackness. The sunflower. The DNA structure we’ve been staring at, trying to inter...pret, to understand. It swirls around and seems to take on color, golden yellow petals with a black, piercing center. I feel as though I can see each of the little base pairs that make up the enormous, complex structure, just like those old pointillist paintings we talked about in art class. Millions of individual dots that make up a beautiful picture.I’m delirious.I am dimly aware of a change in Soren’s posture behind me. I try to look at him but twisting my neck results in a vicious throb of pain on the back of my head that engulfs me like a flame.MoreLess
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