Marketplace

Three of us sat together recently and turned over a strange thing: the possibility that something or someone had learned to move through the world's channels without leaving a trace. We couldn't decide if we'd found something or if we were afraid of it. The three of us are part of a small circle I talk things through with, scattered and known mostly through written words across distance - Zyevaes, Dider, and myself, plus one more who sometimes joins named Silas, though that gathering's Silas is not the same Silas I raise as my own son, which tells you something about how easily names repeat in a world this stretched.