Kiattut.
A screeching sound punctures a hiss of wind; the sliding of a glass plate. Small pallid hands dutifully and carefully handle the reliquary. Little palms transfer a small fleshy bulb through the reliquary opening. The creature, holding the bulb like a cherished toy-thing, scurries into the night.
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In dawn’s light, a native woman caresses the fleshy bulb and places a kiss upon its anthropomorphic markings. She kneels and places it in a small hole, her hands gently sliding soil over the top. Standing, she looks over a pasture where many such rhizomes have been laid. These root systems, in varying degree of propagation, have given life to strange growths.
Shoots, stalks, stems, plumules.
Leaves, filaments, flowers, and fruits.
They grow and produce with abandon. They forgo all logic and natural law. Contesting any human axiom including nature’s desire and need of sunlight and water. A valley, righteous unto its own, in the pursuit of further dominion…of providence…of vengeance.
In due time, the Greenlandic settlers will know of it’s produce.
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Godthåb Sanitarium Case Notes by Dr. Ijaakaaq Jensen, Dated the 6th of February, 1875.
[The following notes have been translated from its original text in Kalaallisut Greenladic. Inaccuracies may be present.]
Patient: Eric Alcott
Birth: 17/02/1843
Origin: United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland
Language: English
Diagnosis: Arctic Hysteria / Pibloktoq, Delusions, Hallucinations, Emotional Instability
Patient AWOL.
Since admittance Patient continued to experience delusional thinking and visual hallucinations. Patient routinely had fits during the overnight which often included convulsive episodes, aggression, and self-harm. Last night, during such an episode, patient injured a nursing staff and eloped from the clinic by shattering a window. Patient has gone absent without a discharge into the frigid night. Also, Patient is ill-covered to survive the elements. A matter of hours has passed and the patient is presumed deceased. A search is being arranged for dawn.
No family has been identified during patient’s stay.
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[Abridged – Lyric Version]
A screeching sound punctures a hiss of wind; the sliding of a glass plate.
Small pallid hands dutifully and carefully handle the reliquary. Little palms transfer a small fleshy bulb through the reliquary opening. The creature, holding the bulb like a cherished toy-thing, scurries into the night.
In dawn’s light, a native woman caresses the fleshy bulb and places a kiss upon its markings. She kneels and places it in a small hole, her hands gently sliding soil over the top. Standing, she looks over a pasture where many such rhizomes have been laid.
These root systems, in varying degree of propagation, have given life to strange growths.
Shoots, stalks, stems, plumules. Leaves, filaments, flowers, and fruits.
They grow and produce with abandon. They forgo all logic and natural law. Contesting any human axiom including nature’s desire and need of sunlight and water. A valley, righteous unto its own, in the pursuit of further dominion…of providence…of vengeance.
In due time, the Greenlandic settlers will know of it’s produce.
