In the last moment before the explosion of dense matter sent him rocketing into space, Dhar-Mon realized the truth behind Pangu’s gaze. It was all there and yet it was not.ĭhar-Mon watched the atoms, glowing yellow and green and blue and red, and he could see them drifting towards a bright yellow light, where the quarks and atoms were all coming together, fusing, morphing into a singular shape. Heat and light came apart, and time faded into a grey mush that had no meaning, no reality. The dust dissolves, atoms vibrating as they drifted apart, but still so close together. He was the stardust, his body falling to pieces and scattering across time and space and dimensions. The streets disintegrated, and suddenly he was within stardust–no. Across the street, a tall man leaned back and blew into a saxophone, the instrument singing through the air. On the corner, a young woman, black hair pulled into long box braids, stood bathed in the light of the ancient street lamps. Brick houses opened to lights and color, and to men and women laughing and talking in what sounded like French. Then he was walking, once again on solid ground, strolling through the lit streets of an old city. The chasm below him grew closer and closer, even though in the blackness, all was one, he could feel the ground approaching fast, too fast to stop. He leaned back, wary of the emerging light, but he didn’t even have time to drop the creature before those black eyes swallowed him.Īt once, he was falling, wind rushing past despite nothing around him on either side. Pangu blinked again, and then again, and within his eyes, Dhar-Mon saw something. “What horrors has such a weak little possum seen?” “You’re quite a curious thing.” He picked up Pangu under the arms and lifted him up to his face, staring into his blank eyes. Pangu stuck his tongue out and began licking Dhar-Mon’s hand.ĭhar-Mon chuckled. “For all we know, you are the last of your kind.”
“You must be quite lonely here.” Dhar-Mon muttered. Then Pangu shook out his grey fur as Dhar-Mon picked him up, holding him under his arm as he sat down in the chair again, positioning Pangu on his lap and waiting for the possum to settle. The creature stared up at him, blinking at him with an expression completely devoid of understanding. “Damned Jupiter.” He muttered, reaching down for his brother’s possum. He did not need to look far, because something heavy pressed onto his shoe, and he yelped and jumped away, causing the furry thing to startle as well. He turned, and went back to work staring at the blinking screen absently.ĭhar-Mon stood up, certain he was about to be overrun by Chryssalid hatchlings (or worse), looking around frantically. Without his lover or any of his siblings there to provide conversation, the room was entirely too quiet.ĭhar-Mon stopped, briefly, listening for a repeat of the sound and heard nothing. Usually it led to unpleasant things, nightmares and cruel memories resurfacing. He didn’t like being alone with his thoughts like this. He picked at his nails, a bad habit he was starting to adopt from Gur-Rai, and stretched his muscular arms above his head to try and relieve some of the tension. Malinalli was busy, working an emergency late shift after one of the soldiers came back with a Chryssalid barb in the last place you’d want a Chryssalid barb to be.ĭhar-Mon sat in front of the projection screens, staring at the map of the world and watching little red and blue dots blink.
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