Qaymu

Bldg 2, Qaymu's Apt.


It's grown.

Qaymu froze, turning to face the figure currently standing in front of his Memories wall. He had heard nothing, but it had chosen to make itself known to him.

"Yes, a friend died today...."
Will die today, the figure shrugged. My sympathies. You do understand, it's nothing personal.

"Yes..." Qaymu drawls. "How... how did you get in?"
Is that what you want to ask of me? One could almost see the grin. I am everywhere. What you call reality is merely a shadow of existence.

"So, why are you here?" Qaymu asks, sweating. "Is it...?"
Spoilers. Although I do wonder when it's your time, who will put your remembrance on the shelf? Perhaps, if you don't mind, I can do that for you. When the time comes.
"Thank...you?"

Oh no, the figure said, turning so he could see the light of eternity glowing through the eye socket. Thank you. That would be a simple courtesy, one professional to another. May I have a cup of tea?

"Tea? Oh yes, certainly...!" Qaymu said, turning towards the kitchen.

Oh dear, I need to run. Another time, perhaps?

Qaymu turned, but the apparition had already vanished.

"Another time," he replied, hollowly.