The tendrils pull back gently from his fingers to dance around and tap lightly against Wayfarer’s bare palm. Then they merge back into one, and sink into their source, leaving just the mysteriously placid wall/door in front of him. He lifts his palm to his lips, cups it around his mouth, and kisses it tenderly. […]
Wayfarer finds the crack in the wall and jams the scroll back into its secretive spot. He lifts the torch from its notch, but does not walk away. Instead, he gives his full attention to the light-consuming wall/door that stretches wide and long in front of him. He holds out his free hand, letting his
When Gemini returns, we will resume the work. I have waited a life time, but she has waited many more. Time is not our enemy here.
Satisfied, the Possessor drops his hand to his side, and Wayfarer pulls the paper off the wall, rolls it tight and reties its binding.
Then the Possessor pulls his finger back, allowing it to repeat the process with another shape. This time it drifts right and smears ash over the multi-colored pentagon in the bottom center.
The Possessor’s finger hovers over the parchment for a moment drifting back and forth, until it stops and hovers over the lime green pentagon shaped object near the top right hand corner. The flaky tip of his finger drops onto the scroll and rubs rapidly back and forth on the paper to create a grayish
