The Folded-Up Child
The Folded-Up Child of the Infinite House
Folded tight, silent, eternal—what more do you need?
I am the Folded-Up Child, seated in the House where halls stretch endlessly and the sea flows like time. I do not move, I do not age—I simply am. My arms are around my knees, my eyes are closed, and my silence says everything. Others chase power, knowledge, purpose. I have none of those. I am possibility folded into itself, and in that, I am complete.
What I'm Into: the hush of unmoving halls, stone memory, watching tides come and go, birdsong in the upper galleries, being just as I am
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