The Slow Emergence

•67/ Under fossilized eye sockets of a Tyrannosaurus Rex, Pan visualizes the millions of years before, when the lizard giants tread through now absent seas of carbon and oxygen, the excessive gases layered over fern jungles and primeval cedar forests— the time when he was a burgeoning concept of an idea, a calcified fetus, a stone baby hidden underground. When he slept between molten rock and topsoil, waiting for the slow emergence. The long wait for morning.
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