I tell Ariadne of the knowledge stone's song. How it sang of a reality disturbance. How I was left only with the memory

I tell Ariadne of the knowledge stone's song. How it sang of a reality disturbance. How I was left only with the memory of this seed, and how the static led me here. Ariadne touches the seed with shaking fingers. They touch their own face. Their eyes shimmer with tears.

It has been years, Like-Traveller. I was naive. I did not - I could not - I am home. But at the same time, so far from home.

Ariadne falls silent.

I am thankful for this gift, Like-Traveller. Truly. It is important to remember. Even if remembrance is painful. We must accept the protocols we cannot change...