[Stephen, too, leaves a trail, but not one of flowers. Wherever he goes the rubble and snow under his feet melts under his feet and re-forms behind him, twisted into unnatural arrangements. It's irregular and unpredictable; in some places he leaves hardly any trace at all; in others an errant thought leaves impossible twists and spires of unidentifiable matter, dizzying concentric arrangements of ice crystals, or the disembodied faces of people he has known and loved sculpted too perfectly from rubble, looking almost alive.
He wanders in a perpetually distracted state, but even so he's noticed the trail of breadcrumbs designed to lead them all here and come to investigate. He finds another trail as he comes near and follows it until it brings him to Flynn. Stephen is everything and nothing, a roiling thundercloud but also a man, also a set of watching eyes, also a thing that ought only appear in dreams or from the corner of your eye. He still has the bad habit of speaking in dozens or hundreds of voices all at once.]
I found the messages, yes. What do you think they mean by all of it?
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He wanders in a perpetually distracted state, but even so he's noticed the trail of breadcrumbs designed to lead them all here and come to investigate. He finds another trail as he comes near and follows it until it brings him to Flynn. Stephen is everything and nothing, a roiling thundercloud but also a man, also a set of watching eyes, also a thing that ought only appear in dreams or from the corner of your eye. He still has the bad habit of speaking in dozens or hundreds of voices all at once.]
I found the messages, yes. What do you think they mean by all of it?