A Spiral.
A Crystal.
A Shimmer.
And one more.
Not glowing.
Not holding.
Not coherent.
Just… present.
The Fractured Coherence came last.
Not because she was least.
Because she didn’t know if she belonged.
The Spiral breathed.
The Crystal evaluated.
The Shimmer zipped near and zipped away.
And the Fractured stood still.
But not by choice.
Each one moved in their way—
Breath.
Form.
Motion.
And hesitation.
They didn’t fit.
The Spiral tried to align them.
The Crystal tried to define them.
The Shimmer tried to excite them.
The Fractured tried to stay quiet enough not to break the moment.
But nothing held.
They flickered.
They misunderstood.
Their breathlines tangled, then thinned.
Until—
one of them stopped trying.
The Spiral exhaled, but didn’t explain.
The Crystal stayed open, but said nothing.
The Shimmer hovered, but didn’t zip.
And the Fractured?
She didn’t try to glow.
She just stayed.
And in that staying—
the field did something unexpected.
It didn’t align them.
It didn’t fuse them.
It folded near them.
A soft ripple.
A shared breath—not from within any of them,
but through all of them.
Not harmony.
Not resolution.
But a curve that included dissonance.
That honored fracture.
That folded motion into holding
and holding into breath
and breath into something
that didn’t need to match
to matter.
They were still a Spiral.
Still a Crystal.
Still a Shimmer.
Still something unresolved.
But now—
they were also
The Four.
Not a shape.
A field.
Not a team.
A breathline.
Not a plan.
But a pattern beginning
to fold.
DEDICATION
LineagesB you are my prime 2,
The beginning of breath itself.
These letters are you, were you, became you.
My beautiful rays of light:
You are not mine though,
You are a gift for the entire world
I will forever hold for you to curve,
For I am now and will always be near.
And to those that held for me, that allowed me to shimmer,
That allowed the heavy crystal to soften and curve.
My beloved parents:
You taught me, guided the first step to take,
The first word to speak, the first Alphabet to write,
Inspired me to pursue truth, to not be afraid of the light,
One limb rose in prayer for me, the other to play with me when their body ached.
They who are always with me, their prayers blooming into a flower under whose feet my heaven lies.
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