Amirah Adara Higher Entities Better -

In the simmering twilight of the broken world, Amirah Adara knelt on a shard of obsidian glass, her palms pressed flat against the wound in reality. Above her, the sky had cracked like an egg, spilling colors that had no names—ultraviolet whispers and infra-low groans that vibrated in her molars. She was the last living anchorite of the Order of the Sundered Veil, and she was talking to gods who had forgotten they were dead.

"Remember that you were once small," she said. "Remember fear. Remember hunger. Remember the taste of not knowing what comes next." amirah adara higher entities

"We cannot," the Loom translated, vibrating her teeth. "We have never been small." In the simmering twilight of the broken world,

The higher entities did not answer in words. They never did. Instead, Amirah felt a pressure behind her left eye—a thumbprint of pure information. A concept blossomed there: DISAPPOINTMENT . Not in her. In themselves. They were tired of being worshipped by microbes who mistook awe for understanding. "Remember that you were once small," she said

The entities recoiled. The sky-skin tried to heal. But Amirah grabbed the edge of the crack and pulled it wider.