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EPISODE TWELVE: ASCEND, DESCEND PART 1

「_They were as beautiful as mortal hand could make them look, so graceful in their weird homage to our scale and our form, and they were the enemy._」

five gods are born.
a god finds death.
a GOD is remembered less than fondly.
a new god chooses.

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Writing Episode 13: ASCENT, DESCENT PART 2,

Streaming live now: https://twitch.tv/millenomi_lily

sometimes the way to end a season is to scream until the curtain drops.

Writing stream today at 5 PM PST. Music from PLOT MIXTAPES and more. No VODs. Just writing.

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SPOTIFY — https://open.spotify.com/playlist/7FKdS9vY0hikbtqrdMcOl8?si=xw0axan1Q3ys3SRl52uIeQ&nd=1

flip the tape. ◥ PLOT: WELL-KNOWN PHYSICS: I DO NOT OBEY GRAVITY B-SIDES — SPOTIFY — https://open.spotify.com/playlist/666bgKPves3q42c7O6lPSf?si=pa1oI5gESR6lTQFMmPuIX&nd=1

「Valkyrie/Battle Tapes」 — https://song.link/s/511nmDIBkG4Mivp4c0JhzI

「we are called. no one can take our place.」

「Heat Death Infinity Splitter/65daysofstatic」 — https://song.link/s/3PibgbUWMGaYZObGpvGhmJ

「emember you kneeling and crying and crying and crying as if we had slain flowers, as if we had killed the concept of happiness and put its blood on your han」

「By My Side/Bryan Kearney, Christina Novelli」 — https://song.link/s/5XdE64IP2gyNR3FQnttled

「the minor thermodynamic miracle of two bodies in perfect sync floating in the sky」

「Your Hand In Mine/Explosions In The Sky」 — https://song.link/s/5NdxiycRi3nP2v7RJoAJIT

「so afraid when they told me, that you would be with us, that you would be in danger, because it only had at that moment dawned on me the danger we were all in, th」

「Into the Sun/Bassnectar」 — https://song.link/s/1uc8gnKzOBHeXHKsaos2RP

「it was so hard for him, just the _idea_ that things were not the shape he was told when he was a kid, that even falling and loving and screaming could be something new. T」

「Alive/Battle Tapes」 — https://song.link/s/0BHrUMSvKXmYyMPMKXvu9O

「you remember when we were kids and we held each other's hands and we blushed and we thought things would be okay. you made m」

◥ PLOT: I DO NOT OBEY GRAVITY MIXTAPE

「Higher / Third Party」 — https://song.link/s/4uQzfUUpSPtP8378Qg5aTo

The following day, a Temple car whisked me away to pilot intake. My three parents were there, aunt Ala and mom holding me close.
I only learned later that that night they had left the house, stayed away for a month or so before going back.

It was a full year until I saw a familiar face with any regularity. The Temple wanted me to learn to pilot; so I did.

I was looking at it when Mom started speaking, fast, frustration out the broken dam. Tears streaked her cheeks but she didn't stop, nor for a while. I could t make out what she was saying, and then no one could, and it devolved to quiet sobbing. Aunt Ala sat by her and hugged her, cheek to her forehead.

I slept in fits and starts that night.

She was sitting at the folding dinner table. The Temple sign was embossed in the hard plastic. So precious little from back home. I barely remembered that day; I mostly remember the fear.

I remember peeking from the stairs and seeing aunt Ala, struggling to keep her volume down:
"You're telling me, they'd be sent to war—"
"No one is sending anyone to—", mom.
"It's a privilege to—", dad, at the same time.
"Don't you _fucking_ start now with—", mom, again
"Athe—", aunt Ala, trying to calm her down.

(They didn’t explain their arrangement to me until much, much later. I have no idea why. Was it Dad? Was it his fucking ever-present shame? I bet, I bet it was. But she told me to call her ‘aunt’, and she never asked me not to, and so it stayed.)

They wouldn't tell me what was going on; a nurse said something reassuring and I looked at her and I told her I felt better, lying.

Mom didn't speak while she drove me back home. After a couple questions she pushed all explanations to 'tomorrow, honey'. She promised I was fine, things were okay.
She promised.
She sent me upstairs, at home. "Do homework, dinner will be in a bit, okay?"
But I couldn't stay in my room.

"Do what they need, honey. We're held at work but I'll come get you soon as they let you out."

I remember her face talking with the chapel guide and the doctor, two rooms away, through the closed glass doors. She knew me; I knew her. I knew she was scared, trying to hold it together.

I was, like, fifteen, sixteen. Just started adjusting.

Every day I would get off the bus from school to the prefabs — trying to orient myself among the gray-white 3D-printed refugee habitats, all somewhat alike — but that evening, I was being brought back home in a car rather than a bus, and that was enough for me to feel lost.

I had been at school only briefly; I was called away, and then brought into a lower level at the Tower, a medical bay. Measured. Electrodes everywhere, X-rays, sensors. Invasive questions.

「moving them at a distance where their struggling could not reach either physical presence of Hera’s.

And Hera’s original body moved close, still smiling.

“No fair!,” yelled Sa-keni, between fits of surprised laughter. “No fair, my Liege, what do you expect me to」

OUT NOW:
EPISODE TWELVE: ASCEND, DESCEND PART 1

「_They were as beautiful as mortal hand could make them look, so graceful in their weird homage to our scale and our form, and they were the enemy._」

five gods are born.
a god finds death.
a GOD is remembered less than fondly.
a new god chooses.

READ IT NOW: https://millenomi.name/plot/12