Revelation // [Orville+Peter Day 3]

As he came down from the Dreamtime Spore high, Orville traversed his cavernous kingdom. The Nakom flurry formed into a flowing aqueous cape and a butterfly crown. In every cave pool he paused to glance at his image, besotted by the robot man reflected in the deep. If only he could reach that man, he might be able to tell Orville what this was all about. But he knew, somehow, that if he touched the water's surface, the man would disappear forever.

He walked, and he sobered, though sobriety was not really so different from hallucinating for Orville Reed King.

In another cavern he came upon a pool of light. He understood now that the streams of sunlight were holes through which other tributes had tumbled down. He did not arm his axe. He was King and he would not be afraid.

It was more than good fortune that the tribute he'd found was a friend.

"Peter," he said, his voice more gravelly than it had ever been. "Have you also been restored?"