spielraum prophet

So she came back later, as he had asked her to do. It was well up there by then, light pouring in all around the corona as it broke through the upper strata. A velvet slipper wouldn’t hit the fulcrum as delicately as that flare, which just goes to show you that an engineer has her part to play. Azure, it was: at least, that’s the colour it lit up to in the failing light. I won’t forget it in a hurry.

Earlier she had expressed her desire to speak with these curious creatures. He didn’t object, although secretly he harboured bleak doubts about the matter. After all, many had spoken with them, but none was any the wiser; their propensity for protracted silences, those interminable pauses, was already well established at the time.