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iii. The lie of the water house

{REDACTED} and 
{REDACTED} walked the king’s road once, drinking plum wine. They were enfleshed as maidens at the time, for boastful, drunken 
{REDACTED} swore on his high seat at the speaking house that any feat accomplished by his brothers he could redouble seven times again. 
{REDACTED}, of crafty mind, and bearing little love for a brother whose raucous singing frequently interrupted his philosophical fugues, immediately saw an opportunity to deprive 
{REDACTED} of his prized and well-boasted-about manhood for a fortnight, and challenged him to a contest of womanly love-making, sewing, and hearth sweeping, and for a time there was great mirth in the Red City.

“Dearest 
{REDACTED},” spoke 
{REDACTED}, after a moment, as they strolled along an expanse of fractal glass and cold fire, “Art thou not flesh of my self love? Springst thou not from my recursive womb?”

“Sprung I from your brow, for it is my lot in life to beat my hands against it in return for ejecting me,” said 
{REDACTED}, in jest, but in truth he listened.

“Knowst thou the meaning of my name 
{REDACTED} is the true name of sovereignty?” spoke 
{REDACTED} plainly.

” I do,” spoke 
{REDACTED} for it was true.


{REDACTED} then assumed a speaking form that was bright and very cold, from her breath she inhaled the void, and when she exhaled, beautiful water came forth from her pliant lips in great rushing gasps, and there was a sound like a clear bell that meant emptiness. 
{REDACTED} was very moved by this display and watched as the shining water curved and bent upon itself and crystallized, and suddenly before the pair was a great, beautiful house, translucent and all filled with light of many colors.
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“Death is my gift to you,” spoke {REDACTED} in reply.

“What’s the point,” spoke {REDACTED}, bitterly,”Of such a fine house, if it is only a lie? What is the point of {REDACTED}, if {REDACTED} is only a lie?”

“I am a fine liar,” spoke {REDACTED} in reply.

{REDACTED} was silent a moment.

“It is a beautiful house,” he admitted, after some time, “It is a beautiful lie.”

“Our self-realization is the most beautiful lie there is. I am the most conceited and prime liar. Lies are the enemy of stagnation and my self-salvation. How could we appreciate the shining beauty of my house of lies,” spoke {REDACTED}, arching her supple back, “if there was always such a house? How could we appreciate {REDACTED} if there was always such a {REDACTED}?”

They sat in stillness a while longer.

“In truth, we would get very bored,” said {REDACTED}, after a while.

“In truth, we would,” said {REDACTED}.