Excerpt from the Novella [in the extras section of the Books of Zambarau- Maji Omnibus]:
Of Kailit: Dazjae Zoem
Not for you.
Never to fill you.
Skin of night am I because I am root of dream, root of life
Waiting for you in my lies.
Rebuking you in my truth
with sore eyes.
I live in my head
The statement is literal
It is why I still live
I have blood-speak with my Mama, and her mama, and hers before hers.
I weave through patterns of genetic memory
to find myself
Knowledge of self is the goal
Didn't you know?
I find thought treasures
to build from them worlds beyond
average comprehension or... your comprehending
You call me autistic?
I am genius.
Yours is the illness
of normalcy and futile war with progress, programmed in your roots
I see everything, and I want less.
Defender of the weak, am I?
No. Uplifter of liberators your mental prison wardens
forbid you acknowledge.
Foolish, blind, labrats!
I am Faerie tale.
Phupha, Halfling Elf Child/Human Liquid Mind; Maji.
I free them!
I free them when I find them, and break their enemies.
I come for you.
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