Disclaimer: this is a work of fiction. It is a draft; there are mistakes, many misspellings and sometimes long periods of no updates. copyright: ion fyr 2025
Nila:
What the fuck is going on?
Tiger looks do….wwwwpnn…..wn…down….
Nila had only seen them in really peculiiar situations. The rakshasa, the r’ksha’s, …whatever. Yeah, they are an interplanetary force….blah bah blah…they’re a bunch of pussies.
Nila’s sky reached up above here, clearly not natural, no smog, but web over web of interactions….
A tabby house cat looked down at her, inspecting.
In Nila’s mind, gold threads, like the stripes of tigres burned through her flesh….
She saw the rings, five that they found, R’ksh’sa relics…
Now they, like shrapnel were part of her.
Filigrees moving through space, 3 , 4 , 5, beyond, dimentional space, the ring-work, was multidimentional—no doubt, but it’s simplicyt was just math.
Parts of the rings were embedded in her flesh. It was an uncomfortable thought.
Ion Fyr 