art by crypsis
There were, or so Ezekiel said, three types of people in the world. One looked down, seeking to follow and be led. One looked forward, aware of themselves and willing to lead. The third looked up and questioned the world, and the third followed a greater purpose. Max had tried to sort through this riddle and found it impossible. After all, the faithful did follow and obey so what did that make them? He found such philosophy above him and settled instead for his stories and myths.
His own eyes reflected the starlight, and turned back up to study the dots of light along a blue-black sky. “I think it only happens around this time,” he offered, unsure of himself. As he stared up, another star rocketed across the sky and winked out. Max couldn’t decide if he found the falling stars beautiful or sad, and sighed at the thought. Then, as if realizing his manners, he motioned to the ground. “Do you want to sit with me?” Sepirah, like her brother, was an anomaly to Max. He had been intimidated by Enkiel despite being much larger than him, and the arrow-headed snake was a factor that certainly frightened him.
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