Amidst the mists and deep-blue springs of Mount Helicon, light feet trace circles across the damp grass. Nymphs of the water step in time and in-between worlds. Daughters of Earth and Sky, of Zeus and Mnemosyne. Daughters of Apollo. Titans of Practice, Memory and Song. The muse, in all her incarnations.
As strings of the lyre, they weave themselves into the web of axons and dendrites strung out across our intelligence. They pull at our muscle and sinew, our fats and our tissues. They draw us from the silts and clays of the Earth. They draw us up and out of ourselves. They draw us to them. Goddesses of inspiration and knowledge, daughters of memory.