Chapter 6:
The void did not understand itself. it had no will and no substance, but hanging upon its nothingness it could feel a weight.
The weight was an ache which grew as the void spread - dull sensations of fear and allure resonating from scattered pairs of burning giants, and, clearer, more immediate - a sense of loss. The void did not know from where this loss came, but it was not from itself.
Only thrice was the loss assuaged, not gone, but moving in calm waves throughout the void, ( ), one following after another. "follow", "after", the void did not understand this, but the void was (grateful) for these three cessations. ( )
It was then the weight spoke, "It is she-of-the-white-hair, the dilator, the river-bearer, she yearns for us and has had us, but will never have you. You must be free of me, the children call, even now while she sleeps and all is stillness."
The ache had grown immense - the fear was terror, the allure desperation, and the loss was unbearable - but these were no longer from without, they belonged to the void, ( ) ...and the void understood.
The weight began to fall from the void, > < from everywhere it stretched, like a rain without a cloud. And the void passed into its own nothingness.