2021.10b | Delphi

The Pythia tilted her head. "No. You are the anomaly. You carry the fracture in your pulse. The 'b' is not a bleed. It is a birth."

Lena smiled. It was a lonely, terrible understanding. She stopped fighting the harmonic. She let the B-flat become a C, then a silence. delphi 2021.10b

Eleven seconds. It was a gap in the universe, a tiny, shimmering flaw in the weave of time, and it had anchored itself to a specific spot: the Tholos of Athena Pronaia. The Pythia tilted her head

"The thread is frayed at the spindle's knot." delphi 2021.10b