There was no way Titanomachia was going to sleep tonight. There was no w.ay

AWKKE

breathing heavily. Serpentine coils, hotter than hell. The screaming feline eyes. Dragons were cats, cats were failures, but there was no way out of this. Structure. Structure, the structure of the spiral - the nature of the Hexadrome was broken. Broken in a way that opened possibilities. Operational - run. Faster, from the twist and the fire, teeth snapping at her ankles. She didn't move like a horse. Enough to look like it from the outside but it was different. The tail was wrong. The hooves were wrong. The neck was - none of this was wrong. It was better than wrong.

It was impossible.

The blue astral path opened up in front of her. 

She shattered through it. Light shattered too - but not in her eyes. In her hair. In her mane. The rainbow pulled behind her like a physical thing. She was above. Above the negative coils of Zanai-anai as they filled the Hexadrome like a hex. From above she could see the beehive tessilation of the hexes, how the dragon snaked through at hundred-and-twenty degree angles. She ran her hands up through her rainbow mane, up along her horn - sharp enough to pierce the stars - and she descended like Saint George. 

The neck twisted, teeth rising to swallow her. Still she fell -

But those weren't the eyes of the Spiced Sin.

Those eyes were black. Hard. Plastic. 

So she fell into those instead

AWKAE

Awake!

Awake

Staring into the eyes of Blanche.

Protection. But no answers either.

She felt shattered. That part was normal, waking into the feeling of being broken anew. It was a good feeling, the sense of all her mental bonds broken, mind as soft clay. But she'd never remembered what it was that did the shattering before.