Prompted Story Snippets

The Angelic Unknown

The artist stared at her masterpiece, the colors dripping down the walls of her mind. The brilliant hues burned her eyes but it was all worth it so see what she had created.

A temple to the gods that might never have existed. A place dedicated to something that humans might've made. Ah, well what it was supposed to be didn't matter. Many temples are tombs, after all. And this one would be no exception.

She walked into the main room, running her fingers along the delicately carved archways. The twisting patterns swirled in ways she couldn't remember creating, not that it mattered.
All that mattered was that it was one of the most beautiful things she'd ever made.
Well, one of.

The artist stepped further into the room, letting her eyes trail over the paintings she'd painstakingly created on the ceiling. The depictions of angels were beautiful in her eyes, however horrifying and eldritch they might seem to others.

She knew what angels looked like, after all. She'd seen them.
It didn't matter what anyone else said. She knew what she'd seen.

She spun in a slow circle, taking in the millions of tiles decorating the inner sides of the archways. The tiny shapes glowed more brilliantly than gemstones lit aflame from within.
The tiny holes she'd carved out of the ceiling refracted light from the heavens, situated within the angel's palms. The tiny beams of light rested on specific tiles at specific times, revealing arcane patterns that even she didn't know the meaning of.

The artist sat down in the center of the room, staring back at where she'd come from. A hallway decorated with the vibrant hues of autumn greeted her, colored so realistically it was hard to believe that she hadn't just walked through a forest full of falling leaves.
To her left sat a hallway as bright as a summer sky. The almost-real waves lapping up from the walls made it easy to think that you would be swallowed by the waters.
To her right displayed a hallway full of bright whites and bale blues. The miniscule snowflakes made the winter wonderland scene feel all the more real.
Behind her was a hallway filled with all the shades of green that one could imagine. Fresh shoots of crops and the dazzling colors of wildflowers filled the spring scene with warmth.

The artist lay back on the floor, gazing up at the angels and the sunfire they held in their hands. The multitude of eyes and rings that she'd created stared back, glowing softly.
She blinked slowly, watching as the light dimmed until the angels held moonstreams in their palms. The tiny pinpricks of stars shown through the holes beautifully, focusing directly on the visible planets.

Everything was in alignment.
The artist laughed, mirth filling every fiber of her being.
The temple was ready for their arrival. Or rather, her ascendance.

After all, who better to create a temple to the angels than one of their own?