You weren’t supposed to take things from here, but she had. Well, not exactly, but close enough, it had been determined.
Was it possible she could have done anything else? She had never been sure, and now, having spent time in seven constellations, she wondered even more if it had all been inevitable.
She had learned a lot.
She shifted, felt again the mass of this, her heavenly body, both punishment and prize, a constant reminder that you are what you eat. She had eaten magic, and now she was magic. Also, alone. Not alone.