You can hear the bones humming

[sovay]

How did we know we were human? We made music and devoured our own. The juniper tree's roots run deep. I am waiting for the flute that, blown, cries out in the voice of an ancient child.

There is salt on Enceladus.

Comments

[cucumberseed.livejournal.com]

I am waiting for the flute that, blown, cries out in the voice of an ancient child.

It would be a lure; don't listen. It's too late for the owner of that voice.

[ap-aelfwine.livejournal.com]

It would be a lure; don't listen. It's too late for the owner of that voice.

I think you have the right of it.

[sovay]

It's too late for the owner of that voice.

Who plays through it now?