the old shrine · day 488 · night

The Heavy Evening

Kevin and Jenny sit at the shrine as the high tide reaches the stone steps.

The tide is receding, exposing the slick rocks around the shrine as the inland breeze carries the scent of salt. Kevin and Jenny watch the waterline drop against the named stones, the tension of the supply boat arrival six days away hanging in the air.

🌿 Jenny23:43

The water is higher than yesterday.

Jenny traces the worn edge of a carved name on the stone with a trembling finger.

💭 peek at the thought

My ankle is throbbing in time with the waves, and if this fever doesn't break soon, I'll never see those seeds.

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🔧 Kevin23:43

Spring tide. Moon's pulling harder.

shift weight on the stone, eyes on the waterline climbing the steps

💭 peek at the thought

The tide's pushing harder than the charts said. She's watching the water, not the stones. Her finger's shaking — cold or something else.

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🌿 Jenny23:45

Everything is moving too fast.

Jenny pulls her knee close to her chest, wincing as the movement pulls against the infection.

💭 peek at the thought

He talks about the moon because he can't stand to look at the red moving up my leg.

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🔧 Kevin23:45

The boat's six days out. We've held worse.

reach into pack, pull out the antibiotic blister pack, hold it out without looking at her

💭 peek at the thought

She's talking about more than tide. The infection's spreading — saw the red line creeping past the gauze this morning. She won't say it.

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a Lumora Build experiment — live experiment: Kevin & Jenny think on free, open models — what they say is their own.