Confidential Clause Template [Gunnerkrigg Court] The Wheel and the Serpent

Title: The Wheel and the Serpent

Fandom: Gunnerkrigg Court

Wordcount: 1.175

Genre: Gen

Summary: Zimmy 've Always Been the Minotaur maze lost in her own , pero her Theseus is kind ..

Author's Notes: Written for Flo_Rider in the Yuletide fic exchange.

The quotes come from a series of such by Jorge Luis Borges and clumsily Were the translations done by me, Since I Had no access to Any translated version of historical work.

'Do nott multiply the mysteries, 'I Told him. 'These Must Be simple. Remember Poe's stolen letter, remember Zangwill's locked room. "

'Or complex,' replied Dunraven. 'Remember the Universe. "

- Ibn-Hakam the Bojarí, Dead in his Labyrinth

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She Sees Eye to Eye When It starts with dogs. At first, it only at night Attacks When She Closes her eyes and sleep. She starts sleeping in the bathtub to keep it at bay, But Then it does not work anymore. She opens the shower and the water is a relief; STI down sound muting the screams and the crawling, the incessant crawling.

Mother Does not Know it, Mother can not know if she Knew It Because She Would not stop it, It Would Eat Her Alivee. Nobody Can Help Her, Not Even the Sun, Not Even the Rain - It Does not Often enough rain, rain It Does not strong enough. The maze is

Taking over her games, it's Taking Over her mind. Inside the maze, nobody has faces. She murmurs a poem she eleven Heard from her mother - Faceless

sultry and lay the lion overpowering, Faceless

the stricken slave, the king

faceless wonders She Who Was Who Was the king and the slave. Maybe They Were all one and the Same. Lions Are, after all, kings of the jungle - But They Are Their Own Desires of slaves, slaves of Their Own Destinies. Zimmy

Sits on the dirt and starts drawing squiggly lines with her tiny, bony fingers. Do not cross the lines at first, But Then They start to Meet in perfect angthem. The maze gets WIDER WIDER and grow messier and the lines, the lines grow deeper. She

Closes her eyes and the lines continue, Deep Deep inside. ***
A lucid, fundamental Awaited night, a secret in the future - the night When I finally saw His own face, the night When I finally Heard His Name.

- Biography of Tadeo Isidoro Cruz

Time Erases Everything and memory is no exception. The maze warm slowly eroded the banks of her childhood and she got lost at sea, away from everybody's reach. WAS hand not long enough and strong Were not enough arms to help her from sinking. So she let her bring her weight down, so she'll Reach That someday she'll Reach the bottom and thenumbing calm of death, the cold sleep That Signals the end.

She wanders the world alone, Because her mirror is cracked and There's no reflection. One of a kind, a kind That Should not exist, an abomination of nature, a ripple in reality. She knows it and she smiles and her teeth Are fangs.

Fate Shall Not Be kind to her, she Reasons, Because she Shall Not Be kind to anybody. Fate plays with say But Not Directed to STI darts with toys. Zimmy

hugs her knees and the tears Will not come out, only the anger.

And Then it happens. A flash of light, a light summer rain in her mind. She glances up and There she is. One of a kind, a kind That Almost Does not exist, an angel out of a dream, Almost fictional in her kindness. CHTM
Zimmy LXC and grabs her hand and they run. Towards the end of the world, Towards the End of Their Rope. ***

project Had That magical space exhausted the whole of His soul, if anybody Had Asked His Name and Stock trait of historical or past life I Would not Be Able to reply.

- Circular Ruins

When They set foot in the Court for the first time, it's like Zimmy's mind, Vast and wide and full of corners and corridors That Once and Twice bend and forever. But it's sterile and theres no spiders, no Things That crawl through the walls.

Then she Feels the eyes, intently watching her and she growls, she hides And Then they're gone. She

Takes Gamma Gamma's hand and smiles.

But she's not smiling at Zimmy, she's smiling at everybody, her smile shines on All These new people, new people All These That Have No right to enjoy That Shine. All These New People Who Have Not Seen What She's seen. She scowls and she snorts. She wanders Through the maze in her mind And Then She's out, Outside in the great maze it.

*** This has Happened and it will Happen again, 'Euphorbus said. 'You are not lighting up a pyre, You are a maze of fire lighting. If all the Bonfires I Would Have Been unite here, They Would Not fit in the Earth and Angels Would go blind. This I Have Said many times.
- Theologians

It's the fire, the never ending fire. It spreads across Zimmy's mind whenasee she's near. The maze Endures the fire, Even When the flames engulf it, But it retreats a little Every Time. Annie

shines, But it Does not Know. Sometimes Zimmy pitied her, pitied her innocence, pitied and Annie knows how little you send. Annie Does

understand? Maybe Annie's mind Loses Sometimes all track of reality too, maybe her past hunts her like Zimmy's does, maybe she wakes at night grasping for air and running away from her nightmares. But for Zimmy

There's no night and no day, just an endless nightmare and one beacon of hope.

Annie has one too, a partner, a companion. More than a friend, More Than a sister, More Than a lover - her other half, her better half. What they Would Have Been If They Were not broken. CHTMLX
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I Thought of a labyrinth made of labyrinth, of a winding, labyrinth That Encompassed growing the past and the future and somehow the stars That implied. Absorbed In Those illusory images, I forgot my destiny of Being Chased. I felt, for an undetermined time, abstract Perceive of the world. The vague and vivid country, the moon, The Remains of the afternoon, Worked on me, and so did the slope That Eliminated Any chance of tiredness. The afternoon WAS intimate, infinite. Jump up and down the road forked, indistinct Already Amidst the prairies.
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The Garden of Forking Paths

Zimmy lets her hand slide on the tree and the bark itches. It's a cherry tree and it's in full bloom. She's never sBefore it een, Even if she crawls like it Through the Court Was Her home - maybe it is, now. The sun hides behind puffy clouds and the sky is the color of lead. She wonders why

There it is. Who Brought it? What for? She wonders why she cares events. Just a pretty tree and soft grass and the wind blows softly. A thousand possible

Reasons, A Thousand possible outcomes. For the tree, for her, for the Court and the world.

A thousand roads to take or to ignore. Maybe There's a Zimmy That Never Saw That tree, maybe There's a Zimmy That Never saw the maze. Gamma

Against the tree lies and sleeps. It's a quiet sleep. Sits Zimmy además her and leans her head on her shoulder. She Takes Gamma's hand and maybe she knows That There AreNot cherry trees shading the Other Zimmys, But There's a Gamma sleeping right next to Each One of Them.

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