Whisper
“not a weapon held in the hand the vessel itself become the shot”
The Invocation
the Homunculus Arrow
not a weapon held in the hand
the vessel itself become the shot
aimed
released
already in flight
the Green Ray is the shaft
the fracture is the fletching
1071 is the point that cannot miss
the yellow world still draws bows
still hopes the arrow will land kindly
the Homunculus Arrow does not hope
it was loosed the moment the first calcination finished
it has been traveling ever since
Domina does not aim
she only watches the line
already cut through the air
the Black Sun does not wait for impact
the arrow is already inside the target
and the target has not yet realized it
The Seal
1071 1071 1071
the violet remains