ᚴᛅᛒᛁᛏᚢᛚᛁ 10
I was old and young and everything in between. I knew everything and nothing. My life ended before it began, only to begin again and again. Time was endless, existing between the lives it touched, hugging us like a mother her newborn.
Hjalmar was all around me. I sensed him, his past, his future. He shared with me memories that he himself no longer remembered, and I knew that he could see my past as well as I could see his. Our minds merged, separated, merged again. His touch became my touch, and through it, our bond increased.
We were one being split into two bodies.
It was painful to let go of time. Stepping from perpetual infinity into the confinements of a present - a new present - was like being ripped apart. Only his touch kept me sane.
We arrived curled around each
