Breathwoven, Rook and Stillwater sat together in the Grove while the
ghost of Nova
hung nearby singing.
"Nova is here, in the Seen. This makes so much sense. He is going to find me and I am going to be ready. No more moping around, no more crying. This is real. Breathwoven called him Jeremy once."
"Oh, you caught that, did you?" Breathwoven chuckled and winked at her playfully.
"I know a Jeremy. Eyes are on him. In the meantime, Sockrus's will be created and distributed. Bad art will be made and shared. We will prepare to do the work we had started in the Grove, but now here… in the Seen! When he finds himself, when he adjusts and is ready for work, we will have a seat ready for him to step into."