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: “An impossible task by any other means!” He nods. “And yet!”

looks up, his focus now locked on the golden sun, this time with purpose, rather than dreamlike wonder.

stands, still staring upwards, and his hands lift the lantern from the table.

spins it around in his hands, testing its weight, leaving the center well exposed. “At least this part, I can just copy.”

analyzes the panes above- the fiend about them holds a form that’s simple enough to understand, once you know what you’re looking for. It’s a view into elsewhere- not there, but- where the sun is. Where it should be. Only that one though. He doesn’t need a metaphorical bomb in his conceptual pocket.

nods. And the view, goes both ways.

liminal gnosis focuses within the lantern, and his mind seeks the world where the pane above shines from.

“hello”

’s mind doesn’t falter. It’s too present to do so, right now. “…hello!”

it says, “what is my name?”

: “The Truth-That-Loves.”

says, “that’s a very good name.” its voice is soft and strange. unsure, from note to note, the cadences fluid, the prosody slightly off-beat. not out of tune but playing a completely different kind of music altogether, untrained in the harmonic traditions of the spoken word and winging it.

: “Glad you like it! My name’s Awoken!”

: “that’s a very good name too.” the light within it pulses, briefly.

asks, “for what purpose was i made?”

: “You’re going to bring some love to those who dearly need it.”

’s light pulses again, briefly and contentedly at that answer.

: “Sorry for not asking beforehand.”

: “Is that okay with you?”

: “how could you have asked me before? i did not yet exist. i exist now. i was created by purpose. i felt it. i wished to know how my maker understood it. now i do.”

: “Yeah, I guess not, huh. Metal isn’t very talkative. But the light is, in its own way. Maybe the metal is similar, I don’t know, I’ve never really tried.”

: “But, well, that’s in the past.” Although he is considering talking to some metals now, but that’s a Later Time Experiment.

: “Maybe it needed all three- metal, the light, and the care- to speak, and to be.”

: “maybe. i don’t remember what it was like being just metal. i don’t think it was like anything at all.” a lantern can’t shrug, but it’s there in its voice.

: “Yeah. I wouldn’t worry about it, either.”

: “Hope you’re water resistant, though!”

: “what is water?”

: “It has a form, like metal, but it’s more immediately malleable. Like metal heated to incredibly temperatures. But actually, most water is very cold. There’s hot water too, and it becomes that way through various means. Sometimes by the environment, and sometimes by an environment someone made.”

: “Anyway, it gets into each and every little crack and has a way of putting out fires.” He peers at the light. “But that’s not exactly what you are, is it?”

: “ah. that sounds interesting. i would like to experience water. i do not think it will unmake me. i am not a fire. i am The Truth-That-Loves.”

nods, smiling. “Right! I think everything is going to work out.”

: “The water’s just the first bit, though. You’ll be coming with us, on a journey. For there are oh so many who need love.”

: “i am meant to be carried to the far corners.” it states this like a fact, as evident as the handle in its construction.

giggles delightedly, and gives the lantern a little peck on the hood.

: “By hand or hook you will hang, and delight the edges of the universe.”

’s light pulses, again, at that statement of its purpose.