The Place Was A Familiar As Breath

Her Voice, High And Clear, Moved Through The Leaves, Through The Sunlight. It Splashed Onto The Gravel, The Grass. He Imagined The Notes Falling Into The Air Like Stones Into Water, Rippling The Invisible Surface Of The World. Waves Of Sound, Waves Of Light: His Father Had Tried To Pin Everything Down, But The World Was Fluid And Could Not Be Contained.

Once, This Whole World Had Been Hidden Beneath A Shallow Sea.

They Turned A Distracted Gaze On The World, Wide-eyed, Somehow, And Questioning.

That There Were Other Worlds, Invisible, Unknown, Beyond Imagination Even, Was A Revelation To Him.

Each Letter Has A Shape, She Told Them, One Shape In The World And No Other, And It Is Your Responsibility To Make It Perfect.