This is Sparks epoch one, part five.
As of this moment, the root Sparks series has ten epochs.
This is the narrative beginning of us creating a world in our Womb Mind for aspects of our unified consciousness to relate to each other and have experiences.
This is the final part of Sparks EP. 1.
1.27
Intersection
The kitchen is quiet. A glass sits on the counter. Kira runs her finger around its rim. A faint ring hums, then fades.
She lifts the glass, tilts it toward the light, sets it back down in a different place.
At the sink, she turns on the tap, lets water run over her hands. She waits until the stream shifts, then closes it. Water trails down her arms. She wipes her palms against her long white dress.
She pauses. Her hands smooth along the fabric, feeling the weight. She gathers it lightly and turns in a small twirl. The dress sweeps around her legs before settling still again.
She steps once across the tiles, stops, steps back.
In the doorway, Yui appears.
Their eyes meet, Yui squints suspiciously, then walks to her, they hug.
Kira holds Yui. The hug lengthens. Kira breathes as if learning the room.
Ameyuki edges in, sets her blocks on the table, stays quiet.
Kira loosens her arms, studies Yui’s face, then the lines of her own hands as if checking a fit.
“Okay.”
Yui smiles, hesitantly, amused.
“Okay…”
Kira looks past them to the photo on the wall. Her voice is soft, almost wondering.
“We remember this.”
Yui hears the word. She does not correct them.
“What do you remember?”
Kira takes a small step, then stops, listening to the movement of her feet, and then the stillness.
“The floor is warmer than the air.”
Ameyuki smiles at that. Priscilla appears in the doorway and stays there, watching. She looks from Kira’s hands to her eyes, then to the way she stands a little differently.
Kira reaches a hand toward Ameyuki without letting go of Yui.
“Come here.”
Ameyuki slips under her arm. Kira holds both of them, then lets her gaze find Priscilla. For a breath there is a second expression under the first, gone as soon as it shows.
Priscilla steps in, slow.
“Mom…”
Kira nods once. She does not speak.
Priscilla circles a little, testing, changing her perspective, waiting to name the shift.
“Say my name.”
Kira tries it, careful.
“Priscilla.”
It is right, but the cadence is strange. Priscilla squints, leans forward.
She moves closer, searching Kira’s face, then the way her fingers rest on Yui’s shoulder.
“Why do you feel different?”
Kira opens her mouth, then closes it. She looks at Yui for assurance.
Yui takes a breath, slow and even, and lets Kira match her.
“We are not going to name it yet.”
Priscilla bristles.
“Name what? What is happening?”
Yui keeps her voice low.
“Listen.”
They do. The house holds her breath.
Yui places her hand gently on Kira’s lower back.
“Two notes. Synchronized. A melody.”
Priscilla tilts her head.
“What does that mean?”
Ameyuki nods slowly, gentle.
“It is a good melody.”
Priscilla looks back at Kira. She sees it then, not as a word but as a shape in Kira’s eyes. Her voice goes small.
“You’re not mom…”
No one corrects her. Kira’s grip tightens, not in fear. In relief.
Priscilla gulps.
“See what you did to Mom. She is some kind of reality bender now.”
Yui shakes her head.
“There is no such thing.”
Priscilla curls her lips.
“How do I know if there is or not? You are a binder. Yuki is a moth whispering. Whatever Dad is or was, he is inside her. You can see it.”
Yui grabs Kira’s hand, gently, reassuring.
“That is not what is happening.”
Priscilla notices, then continues.
“Then what is happening?”
Yui looks from Priscilla to Kira, then back.
“Two notes. One melody. In time. Slowly.”
Kira nods, eyes glistening.
“Slowly.”
Ameyuki slips her hand into Priscilla’s.
“We can do slowly.”
Priscilla does not pull away. She studies Kira one more time, then exhales, unsure, but willing.
“Then stay with us. Do not rush.”
Kira draws them all in, holding until their breathing matches.
1.28
Symbol
Yui moves quietly through the living room. She sets a dish in its place. Folds a cloth. Runs her hand along the table’s edge, pressing it flat.
Priscilla sits nearby, watching.
“Why do you always do that?”
Yui keeps folding until the cloth is smooth. She lays it down. Only then does she glance at Priscilla.
“The house breathes easier this way.”
Priscilla shifts, restless.
“But what about me? I don’t do anything… no preparation… no cleaning…”
She chuckles slightly.
“Oh and also, what’s the point of this triangle marking anyways?”
Yui crosses behind her chair. Her hand rests briefly on Priscilla’s shoulder as she passes, then lifts away. She straightens a frame on the wall.
“Not every part moves at once… we do according to our own nature, you’re perfectly you, and that’s beautiful, and important.”
Priscilla looks down at her hands, thinking.
“Thanks… but really, why do I have this marking? Is it supposed to do something?”
Yui pauses, her palm pressed flat on the table. She looks back at Priscilla.
“The marking is a lineage, inheritance from your mother.”
Priscilla tilts her head.
“Ah okay, so mom is a triangle?”
She chuckles.
Yui stops, lets a soft giggle, then nods.
“Kind of…”
Priscilla purses her lips.
“Now you’re just messing with me…”
Ameyuki yelling from a distance.
“Guest!? Where are you?!”
She dashes into the room, laughing, yelling aimlessly.
“Mom?! Where is Guest?!”
She’s already running upstairs, calling again as her voice trails off.
Priscilla watches her go, and then sighs.
“Is her wildness an inheritance?”
Yui smooths the edge of the table once more, steady.
“I think that’s just Ameyuki.”
Priscilla chuckles, nodding.
“Yea…”
1.29
Communication
Kira lies on her back, belly exposed. The moth is perched on her. For a moment its wings flutter. Dust sparkles drift in the light coming through the window.
Ameyuki runs in.
“Mom!”
She stops.
“Oh… Guest is with you.”
She walks closer.
“Is Guest your baby?”
Kira giggles, nods.
“She’s our baby, darling.”
Ameyuki touches Kira’s belly.
“Okay. So then I can name her for real, right?”
Kira squints, amused.
“You have to come up with something more unique than Baby Yuki though.”
Ameyuki nods, holds out her hand.
“Deal.”
Kira reaches out. They shake, gentle.
Ameyuki takes in a deep breath.
“How about… Kirah, with an H?”
She giggles, half teasing, waiting for approval.
Kira smiles.
“My name?”
Ameyuki holds up her finger.
“It has an H, so it’s different.”
Kira nods, skeptical.
“Ah I see… any other ideas?
Ameyuki pauses, thinking, then she perks up.
“How about Mom and Kirah… Mirah!”
Kira giggles.
“Oh okay, I… I love it, darling. Let’s do that then. Mirah it is.”
Ameyuki jumps, twirls, dances around the room.
“Yea! I named her.”
She points to the diamond mark on her face.
“It’s from my diamond energy.”
She giggles, settling, breath still quick from dancing.
Kira closes her eyes gently.
Ameyuki leans closer.
“Mom?”
Kira slowly opens her eyes.
“Yes, sweetie?”
Ameyuki takes in a deep breath, then exhales.
“Can I tell you something?”
Kira’s eyes open slightly.
“Yes, of course, darling. What is it?”
Ameyuki turns her head, a mysterious look in her eyes, she whispers.
“Guest talks to me sometimes…”
1.30
Passage
Inside the woman’s room, she has fallen asleep at her desk, head on her arm, the laptop still open.
Her eyes open slowly. She sits up.
On the screen: baby.txt
The file is open. A single line waits.
“Mom said I can name you. Do you want to know your name?”
A soft gust moves through the room. The door creaks open.
A male voice from the doorway.
“Anytime you’re ready, sweetie.”
The woman frowns, confused.
“Huh?”
The phone rings, sudden in the quiet.
She grabs it, lifts to her ear.
From the phone, Kira speaks.
“Anytime you’re ready, darling. Your father is waiting for you right outside the door.”
The woman jumps back, confused.
“Who is this?”
Kira giggles on the line.
“Your mother.”
The woman hesitates, looking around at the room, almost worried, but feeling soothed by the familiarity of Kira’s voice.
“You’re not my mother. My mother… um… I can’t remember… but…”
The phone rests against her ear, her voice still trailing.
On the laptop, a new window opens by itself. Another message.
“Mom’s water broke, will see you soon sis!”
The cursor blinks at the end of the line. The woman stares, phone still pressed to her ear.
Kira speaks as the line crackles.
“See you soon, darling.”
The woman takes in a deep breath, concern being replaced with a type of reluctant acceptance.
“Okay…”
She lowers the phone. It slips from her hand onto the desk.
She stands, hesitant.
The door creaks wider as she pushes it open.
A dark hallway stretches out. At the far end, a closed door glows faint with light spilling through the frame.
Kiron stands there, waiting.
“Come on, darling. It’s time.”
She steps forward, slow. The floor creaks under her weight.
Halfway down the hall she stops.
“Where am I?”
Kiron’s gaze softens.
“You’re home.”
She looks bewildered.
“Where is home? Who are you? I have so many questions.”
Kiron’s face fills with warmth and patience.
“I know, sweetie. And right through that door is all your answers.”
He nods to the glowing frame.
“As for me, I’m kind of like your father. I’m here to walk you through this door.”
The woman looks ahead, then back at Kiron.
“But what about my old life?”
Kiron smiles.
“A better one awaits you. That I promise.”
The woman pauses, an urgency painted on her face.
“A better one? But… am I dying?”
Kiron shakes his head.
“Oh no. Not like that… not exactly, but this is a type of transition, though one you made a long time ago.”
She breathes in deeply. Her hands smooth her clothes, steadying herself.
“The way you said that feels… familiar to me.”
She nods, slowly.
Kiron gestures for a hug.
“That’s good.”
He opens his arms. She steps into them. They hold each other.
Kiron smiles.
“It was nice to see you like this.”
She breathes in again, then turns toward the door.
“Right. So yea, I guess I’m just going to trust you… and the process… I feel a memory starting to emerge… but it’s fuzzy.”
Her hand closes around the knob. She pulls it open.
Light floods the hallway, spilling everywhere.
The woman smiles, turning back for a moment, eyes locked on Kiron’s.
“Ah yes, now I remember.”
Kiron nods, smiling wide.
She chuckles, turning back to the light, she merges with it completely.
1.31
The dawn
The first light breaks over the roof of the Sparks house. Dew clings to the grass. The morning stretches, opening with awareness.
Curtains stir faintly in an upstairs window. The house stands quiet, but not asleep, as if holding its own breath, waiting for the day to begin.
Yui is already awake. She smooths the last corner of her bedspread, runs her hand once across it until the fabric lies flat. She slips her shoes on, pauses to breathe in. A quiet smile.
“Another wonderful day. Back at it.”
In Priscilla’s room, she yawns awake, stretches. She sits up, sunlight spilling through her window. She smiles, climbs out of bed.
Priscilla steps into the hall, stopping in front of Ameyuki’s room.
She pushes the door open. Ameyuki is curled under her blanket.
Priscilla leans in.
“Wake up, sleepyhead.”
Ameyuki smothers her face into the blanket, letting out muffled sounds.
“I’m sleeping in today…”
Priscilla smirks.
“No. Mom said we need to prepare.”
Ameyuki stirs, then suddenly sits up.
“Prepare for what…”
Suddenly she remembers.
“Oh!”
She springs out of bed, eyes bright.
“For Mirah! Right! I’m ready!”
She dashes past Priscilla, laughing, shouting down the hall.
“Mirah! I’m coming!”
Priscilla chuckles, shaking her head.
“Okay…”
1.32
Birth
Kira’s room door flies open.
Ameyuki bursts in, breathless.
“I’m here!”
She stops short.
Kira sits in a chair, a pink blanket draped over her. In her arms, baby Mirah rests, quiet. Yui stands beside her, composed, steady.
Ameyuki gasps.
“What? Did I miss it?”
Yui tilts her head.
“Miss what?”
Ameyuki smiles excitedly, a shade of confusion in her eyes.
“Scilla told me when babies are born, a water must break.”
Her hands fly around as she talks, searching.
“But I don’t see any water. Just a baby. And where does it break into?”
Yui chuckles softly.
“It’s not like that.”
Kira smiles, lifts her brows.
“Say hi to your sister.”
Priscilla appears in the doorway, still.
Ameyuki edges closer, eyes wide. She touches Mirah’s cheek.
“So cute.”
Mirah giggles.
Ameyuki giggles too.
“She likes me, right?”
She looks up at Kira.
Kira nods.
“Yep. She loves you.”
Priscilla steps forward. Her voice is careful.
“Hello, Mirah. I’m Priscilla. Your big sister.”
Kira smiles.
“She can hear you.”
Yui glances at Priscilla, winks.
Priscilla nods back. She stands a little straighter, adjusts her shirt with a quick tug.
Kira watches her, eyes warm. Yui’s smile lingers, quiet.
Ameyuki leans closer, whispering softly to Mirah as if sharing a secret.
“It’s me, Guest. But now you’re Mirah.”
Mirah stirs, her tiny hand loosening from the folds. She reaches out blindly. Ameyuki presses a finger into her palm. The baby’s hand curls, holding tight.
Ameyuki gasps, grinning.
“See? She knows me.”
Kira nods gently.
“She knows.”
The room grows still. For a moment, only the sound of their breathing.
Yui smooths a crease in the blanket, then looks toward the window. A thin glimmer floats in the light, a speck of dust, or something more. It drifts, then vanishes.
Kira closes her eyes briefly, rocking the baby once, slow. When she opens them again, the others are watching her, waiting.
She smiles faintly.
“Another wonderful moment.”
Yui nods.
Ameyuki beams.
“Yep!”
Priscilla glances at Yui, then nods too, her shoulders settling as she does.
The room rests in quiet agreement.
A gust of wind stirs the curtains. A blue bird settles on the window sill.
Ameyuki startles, then grins.
“A bird!”
She stops, turns to Priscilla.
Priscilla meets her eyes, then glances at Yui. Yui nods once.
Ameyuki giggles.
“Another Guest.”
Priscilla breathes in, steps closer to the window.
“Hello, bird… I mean, Guest. What brings you here?”
The bird chirps several times, quick and bright.
Ameyuki edges nearer, looking up at Priscilla.
“What did she say?”
Priscilla’s chest rises slowly. Her eyes glistening.
“She said she misses us…”