Part.39.Blazars,The Edge of Knowing

The Petal glided in silence toward the threshold of a realm that lustered like study suspended in time, its edges undetermined, pulsing vocally with tinges not set up in any diapason the crew had studied. It was n't darkness ahead, nor light. It was commodity differently entirely — a limpidity that breathed with intention, like the inhale before a word that had yet to be spoken.