‘It’s an arch,’ she said. She put down her coffee and turned to Death. ‘What do you think?’
‘It’s made of Stars,’ He said flatly, unaware of what she did.
‘I know. What do you think?’
‘How did you…’
‘I told you I was working overtime,’ she gazed at Him, waiting for His answer.
‘I….I don’t know. What’s its Purpose?’
‘Expansion. I needed more room. More containment. More time. I started some new constellations to arch the Souls through.’
‘I…,’ He turned to her. ‘What did you make them from?’
‘Old souls. Ones in storage. It was like-’
‘Knitting?’ He finished for her.
‘I was gonna say embroidery, but, yea, why not? Knitting.’