NOTE: Companion piece to
this. He barely saw the birds and bulbs through the darkness within the lock where his consciousness was deeply woven through steel and alloy. He could hear the soft chink of glass on glass, but it might have been the sound of tumblers falling as he touched them there and just there…
“Here?”
::click:: ::clank::
(
The cuffs dropped harmlessly from his wrists and hit the floor, where he sat cross-legged at the base of the tree... )