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“I put the bod in bodhisattva,” Phos said comfortably. “And I mean hot bod, of course.”
The final ascension happened like the descent of an ancient scourge, like a deep unsettling within some old and weary bones. His body- the one that had sought refuge in the vomit and bile of the Earth- trembled.
Then there was nothing.
And from the nothing, there was something.
That something was fleeting. It drifted, slow and quite close to not moving at all. It bloomed. It unfurled its petals and shook itself free, and it was still small, still insignificant, but it was growing, and that was what mattered. Against the profound expanse of nothing, that very something was a paradox. For how could there be nothing when there was something, and how could there be something when all was lost?
But there was no finding something that had not been lost. The something thought that the whole concept was fucking stupid.
And the Bodhisattva opened his eyes, and he saw that nothingness in the ether of the blue world.