Silent Sopherl and her wordless world.

What is this  lace of hers?

In the firstpage of one plane, she found awful flaws in the sand. Right angles in the hues, planar saturation – it would not do for long. It did, nevertheless, for all of one moment – cells to organisms to creatures to people – all in half of one breath.

Now, man walked her garden; crafting symbols, names, for everything he saw. When, at last, he arrived at the last of the nameless, he found the word caught in his chest. For a long moment, he stood silent and still.

Then, he turned and ran.

Panicked, confused, babbling as he went, man sought shelter in a cave. He raced into the mouth, through its throat, sharp left at the first wall, stumbling down a winding slope for so long, sometimes headlong, on and on, a harsh right, slight right, down and left again and then he stopped.

Frozen mid-step, like himself, was himself, in flat opposition against the wall.

Had his shadow been with him the entire time?

crash.

the devil never loses

Something terrible happens.

the devil never learns

flash.

and nothing is lost on the ghost