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She was a moth now. It was rather disconcerting, to not have a tail or legs or nose. The breeze pulled through her feathery soft wings with the markings similar to her own, and her father's. She didn't know if she was here or there, but thinking of the father she had never met gave a sharp pain that felt far away. Maybe the pain was with her body, or maybe she was still floating in the Other Place. Sometimes she could tell when she was in the Other Place, where the colors blended together and she dreamed a dozen dreams. Ever since she had ascended, her new ability to walk in the Other Place had almost overcome her. But Motherfather was kind, and Knot was learning.

Knot observed many things in the Other Place. Some were close to being real: a lily floating on the swamp's surface, disturbed only by the ripples of a nearby crocodile. Others were no where near what she thought reality was, as when water flowed backward and not-kimeti-but-close tried to cross, nearly in vain. It was in this time she paid most attention. She had tread the dreams of others before, interpreting them for good or ill. Knot knew something in the swamp was changing, and the not-kimeti-but-close had something to do with it. She had been asleep for too long to know for sure, though.

There was one dream that kept haunting her, however. It was an Owlcat, slinking through the Other-Place; watching her with cruel eyes. She knew in the Real-Place that owlcats were not like that. Sometimes, though, she thought she caught a glimpse of Owlcat in the Real-Place. Knot did not stay long in the Real-Place, though, and sometimes it was hard to tell if she was there.

Owlcat always followed her. Every time the dreamscape changed, Owlcat was there. It was watching, saying cruel things with its eyes. Knot felt like she was disappointing it by not knowing what it wanted to say. She knew it had an important message; that's what reoccurring dreams did. This was more than a dream though, she thought in the back of her mind. Owlcat looked so real, even in the dreams that were soft, and kind. It was harsh, and rigid, and blaming.

Knot was not going to let the Owlcat worry her. Either it would come to her, or she would find it. There was no other way in the Other-Place, she realized that now. Owlcat would never come to her. It blamed her for something, for some wrong she had committed or would commit. So she would have to find Owlcat, and ask why, why, why until Owlcat answered.

Owlcat started to avoid her after she thought of that. She didn't notice for a while, and then she realized Owlcat wasn't with her. The first time, Knot thought maybe she was in the Real-Place, and Owlcat didn't always follow her there. Then a flock of tortoises flew by, and she was fairly certain it was still the Other-Place. Knot started to look for the Owlcat, frantically. She tore through dreamscapes and realscapes looking for Owlcat, but she couldn't find him.

Then she started to dream about it, even while in the Other-Place. Knot had to find Owlcat; she had to know what she did, or was going to do. It tore at her heart, and she felt a tug and emptiness where Owlcat should go.