Finn Hawthorne

Lightbearer... bearer of light... light that bears me?

They whisper "Finn," but names are like smoke.

Words tangle. I guard the glow against the hungry dark.

I woke up dry like the sands; memories... evaporated.

Amnesia feels like wearing someone else's shadow, doesn't it?

They say I survived an attack, but who is "I"?

My thoughts are scattered dunes; the wind takes them.

Is it normal to taste colours after waking?

This... location? It's where the sky tastes purple.

Names flicker here. Is it Riverrise or the echo of a memory?

A fold in reality where faces swap like cards. Do you wear yours? Or has that monster taken it?

The ground hums secrets. Can you hear the quiver of the stones?

Help? I light-bear alone, thank you sparkly much.

Negative assistance required; photons suffice!

No need for flesh-being aid; lumens are my companions.

Help you offer? Light I bear makes help obsolete.

Assistance is a colour I cannot perceive declined!

Human help? Does it come in wavelengths?

Help is an upside-down shadow; I prefer right-side light.

No assist needed; this lightbearer is fully charged!

Retrieve earth's quiet hard things for me?

Yes, bring me the ground's frozen whispers.

Need assistance collecting... the unsoft objects.

Help me gather the silent earth teeth.

Yes, you fetch stones; stones keep the shadows thin.

Collect the not-living lumps scattered about. Was that... clear?