Music=Magic- one light touch of her silver pendant & the news of the day filled the air- the formation of the First Union on Kalgon, growing discord between the Free Traders & the Foundation & then something small, something on a more human scale, but somehow it seemed more important.
"Toran, look at this" said Beta, her voice unsettled. Toran sat up & read the story she projected through the air. And then he looked at Beta sadly.
"The secretive engineer who designed your silver pendant- he died today." And Toran reached out to gently hold the gleaming silver pendant laid precisely upon her snow white figure, framed by her silk hair of fine black lace.
"He remains a black box- he said fame for the sake of fame was delusion leading to suffering, that a fully awakened being has no need for such delusion."
And Toran & Beta looked out over the beach of New Daytona as the ephemeral spray of the surf lived out its brief & bright existence …….
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