Help us understand what you think we don't.
We never knew for certain its origin, only what we could accumulate from quick glances at it as it darted about.
The truth of it is that every single instant we are, all of us, obliterated and refreshed.
Ava says, 'Uncle Isaac, please. We need to look after him. You need to help me.'
I find the board bearing the bright bloom of my blood and push the splinter into place.
