There was a string. It had frayed.
The theory went that its life was ending and the strands' lives were beginning.
The string's death would start the life of each constituent yarn, an asexual reproduction somewhat analogous to spawning.
The string thought this was a bit like language, rendering a legacy through the parts of one's consciousness prepared to become multiple, left behind and infinitely imprinting.
Unlike an echo, the physical nature of these new strings would move through the cosmos, never reducing their scale.
The rule of life and death and non-life has again been affirmed: when there has once been a string, there shall always be strings.
Roman Ryan 