Somewhere inside, three hearts beat as one.
“The bridge was real,” he said. “The mountain was real. But the monster was never outside us.” The Chimera-s Heart -Final- -Sirotatedou-
I walked down the mountain alone. Behind me, the cave entrance had grown over with white flowers — the kind that bloom only in the dark, the kind that have no name, only a scent like a sigh. Somewhere inside, three hearts beat as one
And none of them were mine.
The chimera lowered its heads. One by one, it laid them in his lap — lion, goat, serpent — and wept. Not tears of blood. Just tears. Salt. Loss. the kind that have no name
“Then the chimera is dead,” I said.