#white flower determination provides winter and edge aspect. etc.

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pacing muttering witchworms contamination, "the softest penumbra of the madrugad's light, invoked carefully through the white flower of the watchman's tree" + the forgivable debt and the invisible opera, schemes to "distract the madrugad from her work with the calyptra" – but.

night, dawn, eclipse. RED THE DAWN AND BLACK THE NIGHT AND WHITE WHAT'S LEFT. ABOVE WE SEE, BENEATH WE KNOW. "calyptra, like the planet that occludes the star or the doylian dog that fails to bark, can be identified only by its absence."

thus, the madrugad is not—cannot be—the white flower. chilly winter dawn; but the red flower is dawn is the mare-in-the-tree. however: "in the times when nothing was forgotten, three flowers bloomed on the watchman's tree: black, red, and gold. red is the life that flows in the body's courses, but the blood of the carapace cross was golden. preservation teaches what endures." and in alchemical terms, citrinitas marks the dawning of the solar light.

"the watchman's tree has flowers three: black, red, and white. red is the life that flows in the body's courses, and white is the writhing at the body's core. hushery teaches what ends."

points at the madrugad. golden flower.

(you can't have an eclipse without a sun.)

"snow; broken mirrors; half-heard sky music; flowers of white, red and black; a blood-streaked winter dawn…"

the received version of the book of suns tells us that the wolf-divided was born from the sun-in-splendour's division. we know from this that the sun can be reborn only if the wolf joins the sun's other selves. only if the wolf's hunger is assuaged will it join its other selves, and only the flesh of its other selves can assuage the hunger of the wolf. a second dawn would herald the last day.

and

the veterans of the légion du seuil, who guard the boundaries of the waking world, tell stories of the labyrinths under the mansus, above the wood, and inside the moon, where the first fallen hours sleep, or hide, or rot: the gods-from-stone. why the labyrinths? because, the legionnaires say, there are hours ruling now who would fight to consume the last scraps of their old enemies; and those who feast would eclipse those who abstain.

lol.

lmao, even.

the white flower is described as the 'death of wisdoms' - but wisdom can pass into sleep, not death, when 'the rage of glass' is subjected to sufficiently powerful winter-aspect when the ragged crossroads arts are invoked.

ragged crossroads, with keeper winter and essential periost, draws a year-tally. ragged crossroads, with keeper winter and glassfinger toxin, distills the encaustum nillycant.

gestures vaguely. what's in kaunas?

night, dawn, freezing winds, faith, the wolf-divided's shadow, and a clandestine department of skolekosophy. four stolen seasonings and i'll have a stolen year, dominykas says genially. lol! lmao even!

azita asks for de motu corporum vetitorum to help her piece together how the wangle works; ouranoscopy, with keeper sky and essential periost, draws a year-tally. when chaima visits for the forgivable debt she says a reckoner lord "botched a conjuring"—it's a didumos. probably didn't even fucking mean to call down the dream of a star, just had too much sky-music and not enough periost.

the white waits west of the world, but she will not wait forever; and the madrugad is the winter's dawn.