The flow of the current buffets against her surface. Life stirs within the long dormant sensors buried deep in the nucleus of her collapsed form. Slowly and tentatively she extends an array of sensors, allowing each to awaken and begin the analyses of the composite creating the tidal phenomenon against her. Even though she condensed her form when grief gripped her, she can still detect the initial disruption her entry has produced in this sector. The outward flow of filaments that were once her fellow creatures, create an eddy around her compact form. Waves propagate outwards from her entry point, echos of the disruption she produced upon her escape from her shrinking cosmos. Interference patterns appear in the strong ebb flowing past her when the waves from her entry meet the waves from her former race originating in a distant emerging point. The sensation is not altogether unpleasant and even though she is but one entity, she is able to withstand the bombardment without losing momentum. It is not discernible how long she has remained in this continuum or even if any time has elapsed since she collapsed into her shell of oblivion, but the changes to her surroundings are immediately evident as the first of her sensor arrays fully extend. The propagation of her fellow companions has been effective. Individual filaments have combined to create energy producing structures, choosing a final frequency to solidify their purpose. The space is still prolific with composite material dispersed from her former home ebbing away from their emerging point searching for their own wavelength to obtain harmony. The tidal sensation now brings comfort in place of the initial aversion that drove her away. She marvels at the new creations her race has become as she studies the surrounding sectors of space. Life giving environments have appeared during her hibernation, beginning a new cycle of existence for her once vast civilization. She begins the process of expansion, allowing her compact form to reach outward to explore this new nearly infinite space.

Dear sister,

This entry has brought peace to my troubled anima. Picturing the emerging world through the Equines vision has renewed my focus on the future ahead. The decision to return to the dream journal right away was a difficult one but I know if I did not I would lose my courage to ever open their pages again. The last entry still does not clarify any time reference for the Equine narrative but the altered mood of the creature in this episode has resulted in the right response in me.

I have returned to the amphitheatre almost every day and it has replace the monolith of contemplation as my favorite haunt here. The auditory relationship I have built with the Equine has been beneficial to my mental repair more than any type of meditation could. Even with my eyes closed the presence of the creature is evident as the vibrations pass through me nervous system. The sound entering my ears combines with the throb of my blood creating a harmonic chord that reaches every point in my body. I can even detect the distant sorrow hidden within the music of the Equine without allowing it to overpower me. It gives me the perception that I am sharing my pain with the creature in such a way that the combining of our rhythms is healing us both. I imagine the vortex created by the sound particles congregating on the center platform of the chamber intermix with the ever innovating mass of the Equines former universe. The experience draws me away from my current location and hurls me once again into the world of the Equine. I see now what is drawing the creature to us. In some eclectic way she is retaining contact with her former existence by creating a bond with matter created by their destruction.

I have tried to expand my experience here by visiting all the areas of the complex but I am continually drawn back to the shell by the sea. There have been no revelations on how to incorporate the auditory aspects of the Equine into our work but the practice has allowed my mind to heal. My psyche has transformed from a black void to a multi-faceted window showing a different view everytime I look within. I find myself once again itching to capture the creature on canvas and return to my work. Once this next week is over I will be prepared to start the next and most difficult phase of our project on my part. I cannot dwell too heavily on this task since it is still months away and your arrival at the space station will occur first. Then I can begin planning for this stage as I will then have your immediate support and advice to fall back on. It will not be easy cutting all contact with the Equine for the duration of this work but we both know how crucial it is. The optimist in me believes I will be fully prepared by then. The pessimist sees disaster and despair. We will have to see which one wins out.

I anxiously await your arrival,

Love

Victoria.