Moth to a Spring

393 AC - Silk unravels his silk like a spool, and the Kinemancer handles it like a dressmaker manipulates spun wool. She sews and stitches the ideas with the threads charged with Mana from my Chimaera. Moth and water. Fluid and ephemeral. She blends in some Gephyromancy, of course. As for me, I watch intently. I dissect. I study. The hybridization is in progress. It's far from perfect, obviously. It's not easy to find the right dosage. I think about summoning the Eidolon of Issur to help me. Studying Mana Moths could have helped him to refine his theory on the concept of hyper-reality, where reality and illusion combine. No. Summoning him wouldn't help me, and might even impair my approach. I need to stay objective.

The Moth suddenly bursts like a popped balloon, and the water falls into the pool with a loud splash. Through my Irises, I see the idea of the Moth diffusing in the water like paint being diluted in a stream. In the end, the hybridization only lasted 43 seconds, even less than when the idea remained without any actual support. I guess I'm feeling disappointed. But I decide not to dwell on it, especially as the Muna researcher seems to have finished collecting samples. I watch her approach the edge of the bank, frowning yet obviously intrigued. Maybe she just heard the splash of my failed experiment? Or has she spotted a new species of fish? I'd also had that curiosity once, but that was no longer my role.

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