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ch 1: oblation
Figureheads of the welkin seemed all but myths, that is, until its goddess herself, untouchable and all-eclipsing in her radiance, descended from the heavens and into the nylon threads of mortal fate.
I had thought I loved her, at some point, a comet in hopeless retrograde blinded by the white-hot rays of its sun. Athene’s existence came baring its fangs, spitting venom like the bronze head of the Gorgon; parting the awestruck seas with eyes brimming with zeal and fire.
And then, when it had all just stopped; resplendent, glorious Pallas undergone supernova, spectators were left unable to do anything but wipe stardust from their faces and simply marvel.
A fitting end, I mused, hands stained incarnadine with deicide’s witness. Pen a blur of ink, freeing the final vestiges of cosmic sanctity into mundanity.
Perhaps I had loved her, in all her magnificence and ethereality; pushing ever closer toward perihelion whenever possible, tempting inevitable vaporization yet too intoxicated by our proximity to care.
O, luminous Athene!
In the throes of immortalized flow, on the precipice of stardom, it seemed as though life flowed in two; the world trembling to keep me waiting for you.
If only its pull was strong enough.