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There was Caleb, in the spaces between spaces. It rested for a span of time that we couldn’t even imagine, but it was old and tired when it had closed its eyes. It had been called an angel it had been called alien, god, monster, demon it had been called many things but in reality it was only Caleb; sometimes it wished the little things it encountered would understand this, but they never did they were too small. That wasn’t even its name, but it had no need for such things anyway.
It breathed with out breathing the currents of that which was and breathed out that which couldn’t be. And as it slept things which could have been hair or wings or tentacles or horns stretched out, searching for that which it longed. And somewhere within even as it slept in made a decision to rise soon, for it had slept long enough and there was always more to see.
It breathed with out breathing the currents of that which was and breathed out that which couldn’t be. And as it slept things which could have been hair or wings or tentacles or horns stretched out, searching for that which it longed. And somewhere within even as it slept in made a decision to rise soon, for it had slept long enough and there was always more to see.