BECOMING SUPRA

Chapter 18.1

                                                                                               RAË

Barefoot and naked, I hurry into the night. Footprints on silver-dewed grass, my shape casting shadows as I go. I pause. Pixel by pixel I disassemble. I atomically transform. I quantumly reconstruct. I shape-shift into a tigress.

In stealth pose, hind-legs shaking, ready to pounce.

I let out a giant roar.

Out thrusts a dragon, live with horns and hooked-wings. Dragon-scales rise into distinction, my eyes are yellow slits of purple-black light, my tail whipping the ground in anticipation.

I roar. A blaze of fire blustering out of my mouth. Into the night I fly, fire lighting the darkness before me. I am on a mission, a quest. I circumvent the planet in pursuit of sharp, jagged vibrations belonging to the evil margins of the spectrum. Glistening with rage, accumulating in force and fury as I hunt down all frequencies emanating low and dense pulsations.

I hurl flames of fire, burning to cinder, extinguishing all – till there is nothing left to burn, all evil in the world scorched and quenched. Tired, I enter my dungeon to retire. Like a domino train with each successive step the cave morphs into a hall of mirrors and I find myself reflected on every inflection inside the dungeon. Taken off guard, I stare back at myself, I am pockmarked with hate, hysterical with rage, eyes held wide in fury. The only remaining jagged vibration left to extinguish is of: myself.

Encoded to kill, my dragon-scales shiver in expectancy, I hurl at my reflection a bulb of fire, gathering it from the font of my hate.

A storm of fire ricochets back, heat singes my skin and eats into my flesh. I can smell the char of death. The construct of the cave collapses, it instantly dematerializes. In the open, I am now exposed to an abundance of air. The oxygen fuels my fire, it becomes larger and larger. A sudden bang, I burst into an inferno. Fire gallops on my flesh. Flipping, flopping, I attempt to subdue the heat – but the fire-breath of a monster is not easily overcome, especially if it belongs to yourself.

"AAARRRGGHH!"

The fire licking my skin, my face, my eyes.

"AAARRRGGHH!" I scream.

Æsh is yanked out of his dream. He awakens and rushes to me. I am lurching like a possessed daemon, pupils lost to the back of my sockets, only the white of my eyes can be seen. I am in a delirious frenzy.

A sudden atomic-like burst. I take the form of geometry, a tetrahedron, the geometric pattern that corresponds to fire. The six-edged fractal rises like a fire-fringed slinky. I become an element. I become the element of fire, free-to-explode, free to expand in whichever direction my imagination takes me.

My present reality: I am an inferno of fire; Æsh, a small speck of a human-being. He finds a hose to hose my feet but he is unable to contain the inferno's intensity. I am thousand-folds mightier. I am a weapon, a weaponized element destroying all. I am uncontainable. I am uncontrollable. Æsh is blown off his feet.

He gathers himself, he focuses, he intends. Pixel by pixel he disassembles. His clothes drop, his character and skin fade into the blurry haze of smoke. Æsh atomically transforms. He quantumly reconstructs himself. He rebuilds foundation up, in a 12-pointed icosahedron: geometry corresponding to the element of water. Geometry versus geometry. Element versus element.

He gathers strength from all water bodies, from lakes and rivers and the seas. He becomes mighty and magnificent as mighty and magnificent as the seven oceans. He rises up to face me, he spreads himself wide, floods over my crown, he envelopes me from all directions.