Her hypothesis was positive. Nature's theories had always been true, without the need of multiple verification and observation. They stood in a non-scientific manner, no log data to their credit; work without reason, pointless existence.
It had drawn her within its womb, nourished her with the food of wonder. It filled the mind-riddled crevasses to the brim, a trap for the future. It held the brain within its sightless arms, to sense the weak employer.
Alas! They must go to honour their creator. She felt the course stem. Broke it. Her mind sucked the last drop of power within it. The colours reflected her eyes, as her mind reflected on them. She wept and mourned their death. They, that had nourished her with wonder, decimation their reward.
Her desire fed, and her work completed, she walked away. She covered the bins, grave of yesterday's desire. The door closed.
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