Once, before it was dispersed into the mirage, it monopolized all color in the Bento system. Now, the iconoclast which confronted Signet on the day the

Exuvia revealed the truth about volition had been pulled back together.

Echoes into Adams. had been pulled back together.

Echoes into atoms, atoms into specs,

specs into strands, strands into limbs,

limbs again into light, and light caught forever in the massive gems that held together

and gave life to provide, the living divine that was now the home to the court of the waking cadent.

She had made this her first conquest for three reasons.

First, to prove that nothing was ever truly destroyed, no being, no idea, and not in between.

Her visage, her name alone, should have been proof enough, of course, but she could tell

that her prospective devotees yet held doubts, and she was first and foremost always a woman

who saw leadership as a responsibility who knew firsthand the slow cost of death. Second, she sought to illustrate that for her the

philosophies of the resonant orbit would not lament on the shelf of theory but be

brought to Praxis to iconoclast, divine human, synthetic, structure, form, function, all found their place in the orbit.

Finally, she was determined to demonstrate

the power of will.

It was not easy to put everything in its place. It took effort and even more it took grace.

Halling turned to gliding, wrenching, to wave.

To do it, she told her nascent disciples the old adage.

You had to do it.

And so she did.

Building a home in the detritus, gathering around her subjects low and high, and marking her new beloved

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