This really should have been the start of another chapter, but I kind of spaced that part. I'll fix it in the next update.
I don't know about you guys, but I have enough difficulty keeping track of the threads (or strings) of my own story that I felt it was a good time to pause and take stock. Someday I'll write a simple story that follows a straight path. Something sweet and lovable. A child and his dog, maybe. They're looking for their mother's missing hairbrush in the yard. Only the dog starts digging, and the ground gives way, and suddenly they find a tunnel system that leads them into the globe-spanning labyrinth of an immortal and tormented Daedalus who has been digging for centuries in order to find the last line of the final song of Orpheus that will let him undo the fate of his beloved son Icarus, yet in his digging he has awakened an ancient colony of sleeping insectoid beings that have an inscrutable agenda of their own to... goddamn it! You see what happens?
My wife writes haiku. A handful of evocative words, that's it. Blows my mind.
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