art by Melissa Mead
An Impossible Matter
by Sylvia Anna Hiven
Thorn had seen so many orbs on their journey. Some were large, some small. Some were red and scorching, some cold, craggy rock. But in this swirl of light, the thirdly orb looked different.
It was the color that caught his eye: blue and green, with wisps of white swirled around it. He stopped for a star blink, taking in the soft colors and the perfectly round shape.
"Thorn. You're falling behind." Grand Patri's mind was soft but unyielding, humming thoughts into Thorn's own.
Thorn withdrew from Grand Patri's touch, flicking light toward the orb and a question to Grand Patri.
"Do any of the orbs have a name?" he asked, emphasizing the seriousness of his inquiry with colors of green and gold.
The returning thought red-bloomed. "No. Why would they? They're just physical matter. No reason to name pointless matter."