(Rose)
The microbial shades over the walls scatter away as we step inside the hall. She sees the shadows running away along the walls and vanish inside every crevice.
So ordinary plants grow over the dirt that accumulates inside the buildings.
R – Look over there.
N – ? Oh!
White mushrooms growing along a corner, oscillating slowly, alike algae underwater.
Nokarlık touches them and pulls her hand back in a stupor. They sting like that at a re touch indeed.
Her eyes get watery, but she’s a little stronger already. I congratulate her.
We hold hands and investigate the building further together.
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Everything dies eventually. Deciding what you want to do until then isn’t always easy.
Blu sweats blood and tears, figuratively, for days over her choice.
How did she want to spend the last chapter of her existence.
Her options span the freedom over the two worlds of reality.
And freedom can be heavy as well sotis.
Nokarlık doesn’t yet fully grasps whom Blu is, but she understands it’s not just us two here and in our family.
A little like , Blu has experience of the best and the worst from the two sides of reality.
So she could have chosen like Nightmare would, to restart from scratch in the netherworld. To let her current self and sense of self die, and rebuilt a new life for herself with the fragnts and leftovers.
With an exterior help, it could be done rather well.
It’s the option to gain all, or lose all. Because what is reborn from death could work into a very different persona.
We’ve all done it more than once in my family of this ti, except for my dearest child. I hope she never has to go through such trauma of dying and rebuilding yourself.
Blu was not feeling confident she could make that option work this ti. What she saw, looking at her inner organism in depth, was not good.
So she chose to repeat what we did in Russia.
It would have been much easier with my sister to help, but we can still manage. The part of her that will still linger within will help as well.
So Nokarlık and I are looking for a place with good soil, for Blu’s body to live again.
Only this ti, her immaterial self will fully translate, for it will be left to crumble away once she physically awakens.
A one way trip into materialistic life and reality, and a sense of mortality easier to grasp.
Blu makes feel bittersweet since she’s begun thinking about her end. Nokarlık keeps cheerful, with great ease.
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We venture through the complex buildings that rge one onto another into large city blocks, with inner parks or galleries.
It’s lush, in places surrounded by concrete falling into dust.
Without power and artificial lights left, many or rather most buildings are becoming like caves or tunnels.
You can see a glow at the end of darkness, and estimate the size of the garden behind just from that.
Nokarlık unveils mysteries and happily rolls into their colours and dusts.
We walk over a carpet of fish bones, probably from an old fishing industry along the river here. The floor is like frozen white and grey shrubs, or tiny crystals, cracking as you step on them. Our footprints are the first into this corridor and scenery.
We reach a parked canal, with a few basins and tanks. I think it was a water treatnt facility.
Nokarlık choses one of the small basins, sort of like a fountain. She leans over the edge and dips her head inside.
I see bubbles, and slowly but surely, I see the water level receding.
It’s like when you use a soft pipe to transfer water from a reservoir to one other at lower height...
Except it’s her stomach lying on the ground, and it cannot be all there is to it...
In a matter of minutes, she drinks at least a hundred litres of water.
How on Earth can she do that? It’s not possible...
She burps loudly. You at least got that part right Bleue... Dear .
Nok stands up and briskly walks back toward . Her weight hasn’t changed, her volu hasn’t changed...
Without a care nor wonder in the world, and unknowingly, she just crushed my understanding of modern physics. I have no idea how her body can make so much water simply vanish.
At least I better understand how she can cry so much. She can and does store far more water than a human could. I’m just unsure as to where and how.
In old physics, volus could change under pressure, but mass could not. And never to the extent she’s just shown here. Even nuclear reactions don’t just give that much differences...
In modern physics, that is including all the known influences of T.I., many limitations are bent and flexible... But there still are limits to define reality! What limits T.I. has bent to my knowledge, it was never to that extent she just displayed innocently to . I’ve never witnessed that.
I pull her cheek and mouth open.
Nothing unusual to see inside, aside her soft teeth and slightly translucent tongue. There’s got to be a trick. I just haven’t figured it yet.
Nightmare created a unique tabolism for her. One that is processing T.I. in a way I don’t think I’ve ever encountered before. Its results look shockingly impossible, even today of all tis.
My girl smiles, blissfully clueless. She doesn’t know that masses should remain identical, and volus not that different.
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I asked Blu to have a gentle look, a non-invasive observation inside Nokaranlık’s organism.
Nokarlık giggled from Blu’s tickles over her.
R – So?
B – There’s a stomach and intestines in a very similar fashion to any human. Her organs are on a human template, without massive differences.
R – So the mystery remains?
B – I’m sure the answer is in front of us and we just can’t see it.
Nokarlık laughs. We’re lost. It’s amusing.
And we go on.
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