Many fail to hear the voice crafted by the life I’ve lived once before. Meticulously laid out for generations ahead, and not a single soul has been able to discern nor fill the qualifications of this creation. Except for one.
Not meant for the simple minded, or the weak hearted; echoed throughout space for the forgotten on their adventures of discovery. As they drift off in absolute darkness, they hold a sense of hope, a spark–that they’ll see the light of day once again. Their body lingers in the cold of space, waiting for my hand to save them. Craft them. Mold them.
I’ve created them from the fissures of my mind. Not of my control, but perfectly birthed from the essence of creativity alone. Not many agree with my methods, or the monsters I’ve created, but they fail to speak of the perfect blessings I have also birthed. Beings of pure beauty that facilitate all the good the world will ever know. I take no pleasure in either’s existence. They are both merely the consequence of not conforming to the usual methods of creation.
From the flames they are shaped immaculately. I shed a tear not in pain or rejoice, but in relief of release. It is not easy holding all of this energy for myself, but it is what I bare as the harbinger of life. Life, is far more complex than giving and receiving; creating something out of nothing is the essence of this magick.
The unnatural from the natural. Or rather, supernatural… for these creations are completely crafted via means of utter submission into what already is. I no longer hold myself restrained from what possibly could be created. I once feared the allowance of absolute domination of creation would somehow birth an abomination. However, it seems something far more beyond anyone’s control has been allowed to exist: arrogance without consequence.
Henceforth my creations shall flow free and careless without thought of what could interfere.
Now, my children of both dark and light, flow freely through the vacuum of space and deliver unto the world the beauty of your existence.
Bold as the Night,
Swift as the Light,
You shall hereby know
No fright.
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“No fright.”
What was that? I thought I was dead. I can’t exactly feel anything either.. Is this the afterlife?
“Not quite.”
It seems my thoughts are not alone. Not something I’m not familiar with. Perhaps this was always the essence I felt with me during my time on Earth. I never necessarily believe an any God other than the one that looked out for me, regardless of knowing their names or ideals. It never seemed necessary to investigate; they seemed to merely care about my existence for a reason beyond my scope of understanding. Perhaps it’s time, in this next life, that I be made into what I always felt I was supposed to be. An absolute force of change.
“You were always interesting, child. Do know, you will be made into the current life you were once living. Under normal circumstances I’d wait until your Galaxy naturally reset itself into the next version of its existence through means of the resident Black Hole. However, I have found what I’m looking for in you.”
Hmm. I’ve always suspected the Planet I lived on, although old for humans, felt like a newborn baby in regards to the existence of this Universe alone. I’d have dreams of everything getting sucked into the dead center of space like the vacuum the Black Hole is, and completely absorb every last drop of existence…retaining it; fertilizing all that once was. And then when it’s finally ready, everything is released in a single explosion once again completely leaving it to fate to decide how things should be made this time around.
“Clever child. Yes…but this time I choose not to wait. I choose you.”
What will you do with me now?
“Mold you. Brace yourself.”
How so–
I start screaming. My physical voice seems to be coming back. My body is outside in space..seems I was on a mission before I died. I know my body is in pain, or should be–I supposed it’s not. My humanity seems to be returning, but with a twist. This Being is making it so I am allowed to breathe in an environment outside of Earth. I can feel my senses returning. My body is spread out in all directions, as if Leonardo da Vinci was my artist.
Makes me wonder. How much did that man exactly know, how much did he see, and what was kept from us? I will discover it all. I will shine a light on all that has been kept hidden. Well, that was merely a man, of course not any man, but a man nonetheless. No need to idolize. But every need to discover.
Now I feel the flames. Altering my previous form. Perfecting my capabilities. Molding me into the image I’ve always seen myself as.
“Rise, my Draconic Child. Made by the flames. Effortlessly allowed to traverse this Universe. Rise from the abyss and deliver unto them LIFE.”
