Waking up, Jordan finds himself in an unfamiliar place with almost no memory of his previous life. Getting creeped out by giant insects is the least of his worries for now. They are not ferocious carnivores. They are willing to let him and others li...
It's cracking, it's burning. And it's burning hot.
An all too similar sensation. It's haunting even now, after the eternity I have passed in silent rain. But it hasn't washed those feelings away. Those memories remain, they remind me of pain. Of anguish and agony. Of a deed done wrong, without even knowing how I came to do it.
It's scary. It's nonsensical. It reminds me of my insignificance. It taunts my diminutive being.
Before the Eye, eternity is a moment of play.
When I fall without end, I don't fall at all. I hover endlessly.
I see them again. The temples melding all around. The bells they ring, inside my head.
It's unendurable. But I am not given a choice. The transcendent flux keeps on flowing. And I keep on, inside it's path. It is the spiral. Like it has always been.
I hear sounds. But they don't seem like mere sounds. They have something deeper that they hold in them.
It takes me a while to realise, but-
when I realise, my mind explodes.
It's Purpose.
A series of long notes, discordant vibrations echo inside and all around. Inside the flux I am swarmed by sounds.
My lack of comprhension blinds me. My lack of understanding ignites me.
I am taken again, by the mist.
But the marriage doesn't repeat. There's no second chance.
Instead-
I see them. Him, Her and It.
The flux runs out and I am left on an infinite plane.
The temples surround me. All around, above below, inside, outside, and in ways placed that don't make sense to my mind.
They ring in unison. It's deafening. Yet, it's silent. Deathly silent, all around.
They walk towards me. Their voices grow louder.
But, how can I attain purpose? I am miserable, pathetic and weak. I don't do anything right. I mess everything up. What purpose can I hold? What message can I receive from these entities of beyond?
The Eye of the storm watches me from above. I don't know how I crossed it. Maybe, infinity is too short.
Or maybe, my mind outlimits it.
What they speak slowly sound like words to me. They get to me, not as noises, but symphonies. Of hope. Otherworldly hope, for this dying golden era I inhabit.
But, I am given beyond hope. I am given beyond self satisfaction. Beyond philanthropy. What I am given is again, what called me in to this place.
Purpose.
And so, I grow resolute. In face of great power and the three Great entities, I submit. The Eye is Everwatching.
They give me their gift.
I take it again.
But I don't become Yttr.
I became it a long time ago.
It only awakens now.
What was dormant, becomes active. And when I am reminded of the ritual, my soul burns golden, black and white.
I look up to infinity.
And then, I propose-
Before them all, I assert a new purpose.
And the deal is set.
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