#13

She had dreamed of how she would make the new soil sing, learning how to feed it, nurture it, coax it into giving birth to things they had never seen before. Life never before seen by human eyes, forms of growth she could not guess, could not imagine. Ordinary leaves and stalks, perhaps, or maybe shimmering thorns and thundertrees and timevines. They were possibilities she could never have said no to. So when they asked to drop her into the black, she smiled and shook their hands and signed her name.