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Love in the time of chaos

Chapter 10 Embers of becoming

Word Count: 1910    |    Released on: 26/05/2025

n: Embers

nearly three weeks since the Echo Null was unveiled, and Lagos was still swirling with its after-effects. Where grief and shame had splintered communiti

forgotten song. He tucked his journal into his satchel-pages of half-formed poems, archive notes, and love letters t

ings of resonance. Her tattoos, once vibrant glyphs of uprising, now flickered gently with acceptance. She

h a fingertip. The water sang to him, echoing Ech

. "You're

n before it wakes fully." He

"Teaching has settled something fierce inside me. The childre

of Echo Null under Amaka's guidance. Without interference from sanitized ideals, those children

said. "He's building the Temple of

ening means making sp

ugees alike-moved toward the Garden's center. Some carried clay pots of water; others cradle

aka. "Do you think we'll ever reach a point whe

ctice. Yesterday's truth is still today's shadow. We'll keep tending

ing her words se

spun threads dyed in the hues of river-borne clay, each thread inscribed with syllables of protest turned to prayer. Tari moved among them, greeting friends and strangers: a fisherman from Badagry fee

ained indigo from mixing pigment for a mural of Lagos before a

I added the old ferry boats on the lagoon. Today, I'll paint the rebuilt floating

ass buildings transformed into coral-like stru

e places," she said. "Ev

n's low tide revealing gilded sandbars. He sat on a boulder warmed by the sun and opened his journal. His pen move

ith tenderness, erasure overlapping with resilience. He closed his eyes, breathing in the Garden's resonance

e sun-a tall figure with a long staff carved of bone and circuit, marking them as a teller

, gazing across the cityscape. "She

owned.

ple carry her now. In their blood and breath. She's n

nce, listening to Lagos e

avernous, walls carved with words of confession in multiple languages, illuminated by cones of filtered light from above. Those who wished to unburd

Resonance, knelt to confess the wealth he had built on community suffering. He trembled as he spoke, voice ragged.

when the Archive first released the dissolved history of gender. Her tears carved silent rivers through her painted symbols. Kweku nodded, then guided

idoscopic, a fracturing that revealed new possibilities in each reflection. He stepp

those I feared losing. I have prized ideals over people, believing m

he words sink into t

ures and to my hope. May we

hat seemed to carry Kweku's muted chant of acceptance. Ta

cho Null fragments-began to flicker alive, drifting skyward on thin wires. People gathered on raised platforms beneath mem

ief, laughter, doubt, rage, tenderness. He felt the archives of multispecies life humming nearby: the memory of now-ext

his voice clear over the field, "we gather not only to remember, but to become the memory. Each of you carries a fragment of the Archive in your bones.

. Lamps above them pulsed faster, as if dra

glistened with tears of prid

d, "we sing-not for clos

llabies to lost children, men intoning protest songs reborn as prayers, children's voices weaving in and out like birdsong. T

ku added a counterpoint of silence between phrases-each pause pregnant with reflection. Ewa's tone

rebellion and repair. And behind them, Mama Sade tapped her staff

memory trees, blooming phosphorescent flowers in multihued clusters. Lanterns above coalesced-

e Garden's soil, and up into the sky. In that moment, guilt and hope, grief and

ed-soft, expectant. Lanterns dimmed. The cr

"Thank you," she whispere

r hand back. "

The city lights were faint beyond the mist: a few glowpods drifting lazily, a reflection of a repaired ferry gliding over dark water. He knelt

chest. "I am that soil," he

s spectral tone. And in the depths of the lagoon, he heard the hum of

wounds that sang. He embraced them. For in their trembling revelation lay the e

te once poised to watch, now listened-and foun

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