infinities by infinity plus

Author:infinity plus [plus, infinity]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: infinity plus
Published: 2011-04-16T10:04:03.875000+00:00

Chapter 2

If a child should ask, What is the world? a parent might answer, "It is a ring-shaped island of life made by the goddess in defiance of the frozen dark between the stars. On the outer rim of this ring there is mostly land, and that is where we live. On the inner rim there is only ocean. We have day and night because the world-ring spins around its own imaginary axis. At the same time it follows another, greater circle around the sun so that we see different stars in different seasons." These are the simple facts everyone accepts.

But if a child should ask, What is the silver? the answer might take many forms:

"It is a fog of glowing particles that arises at night to rebuild the world."

"It is a remnant of the world's creation."

"It is the memory of the world."

"It is the dreaming mind of the wounded goddess and you must never go near her! Her dreams will swallow any player they touch. Do you want to be swallowed up by the silver? No? Then stay inside at night. Never wander."

What is the silver? After Jolly was taken, that question was never far from my mind. I interviewed my mother, I consulted libraries for their opinions, and I asked the passing truckers what they thought. It was from the truckers I first heard the rumor that the silver was rising. The oldest among them had lived more than two hundred years, and they swore it was a different world from the one in which they'd been born: "The roads were safer in those days. The silver did not come so often, nor flood so deep."

Sometimes their younger companions would scoff, but as I grew older, even the youths insisted they had seen a change. "The silver is rising, higher every year, as if it would drown the world."

I began to keep records. I noted the nights on which the silver appeared, how often it touched the temple's perimeter wall, and how often it passed over. That first year I kept count, it reached the orchard only once, but in the second year it breached the wall three times, and seven times in the year after that.

I was fifteen when I showed these notes to my mother. Her expression was grim as she studied them. "Kavasphir is a wild land," she admitted, handing the notes back to me.

"Do you think the silver is rising?"

She was hesitant in her answer. "All things move in cycles."

"I have heard the silver moves in a cycle of a thousand years. That it grows more abundant with time, until the world seems on the verge of drowning in it ... and then it is driven back until there is almost no silver left and that is almost as bad."

My mother said, "I have heard that too."

I waited for her to elaborate, to explain why this was a foolish rumor, but she was lost in thought. It was night, and we sat together in her bedroom, the only sound that of the fountain playing in the garden beyond the open window.

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