![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
The price of Seeing was the Stones; every true-living creature knew that.
(70s-style "weird" scifi horror/xenofiction pastiche. it's riffing on the James Tiptree Jr's short story "Her Smoke Rose Up Forever", but probably reads OK canon-blind. ~5k words.)
Read here on AO3.
( author's notes (spoilers) )
