She said, “We have the chance to participate in creation ourselves, to evolve the planet. I see all of us on those pathways spreading out from here and encircling the world, walking them in ritual exploration, finding ourselves, becoming reanimated, a developmental resurrection that makes us more than what we are.”
“Is this you or the Blight talking?”
“We’re the same, Mykol! You know this. I’ve seen how you look at the central mound, at the forest, the mist. You see things. You see yourself. They’re not separate phenomena for you.”
“But I want them separate. I don’t want to create them, I don’t want to feel so responsible for them.”
“But you already do. You came to this planet. That’s not an accident.”
“I chose—” he stopped. He had almost admitted to how he arrived.
“Of course we all
