The in-between spaces





“… They departed for Paris without first saying farewell to the colossal, spiraling pine trees that guarded their path. Juno searched for the creases — they were everywhere, after all — and once she had found one she simply peeled away that fabric of reality, as if the world were no more than a two-dimensional sheet of paper. With one step they had traversed a thousand acres. How? Well, to simply state that they were able to do this because they were gods would be a trite explanation — misinformed even. Anyone could walk through the in-between spaces. They are absent pathways with no bias. Imagine a billion spools of yarn that start without origin and lead to anywhere, which could easily be confused as nowhere should you misstep. These in-between spaces belong to no one other than Time. And that is exactly the price of taking these paths. To a god that currency is a cheap one, but to man… well, I needn’t explain any further. Anyone — mortal of divine — could take the short walk to elsewhere, or the long walk depending on perspective…”

You just have to know where to look.

Photo credit: The Sandman by Neil Gaiman

About Connor Wilkins

Quickly, quickly... take your seat. Our storyteller is about to begin. Shhhh. Listen... His pipes are fluting emotions of myth and fable, but don't be fooled by fantasia for there are truths hidden within his unworldly tellings. We're drifting now... back in time to a world only he remembers.
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