Perpetual.
I feel time as a physical force, a flow of liquid pushing around me, through me,
against me.
It bends to my will. My hands grip the streams and pull the stitches of the metaphysical, tightening strings and closing the seems.
The destiny is there, the Dream, it has taken hold from the other side.
My flowing cloak, shaded against the eternal, ethereal starfield of the Universe, beats against the solar winds of a trillion suns. The unimaginable cosmic powers do not phase me.
I see all.
It frightens me.
As I wait as unknown cloaked figure far from the eyes of the opulence, I am omnipotent, omniscient...
Or am I not?
Do I see beyond the horizon, or does another sky lay beyond those stars, behind a veil still shuttered over my sight?
One fact remains: I feel the perpetual motion of reality slipping across the tips of my fingers.
It does not need me, it is self-sufficient, coded and automatic...
But I can adjust it. Change the order of scripts and redesign images.
I can herald in the Dream.
A bright star outshines the ocean of dots swimming in the void sea: The Last Defender.
I feel the warmth of their heart against the cold of my skin.
... Brace.
Awash with the shock of a decillion supernovas, a fire burning beyond all heat envelopes my form. An ant against an atomic activation. I stand against it, the flickering... Evil.
Such a generalized nondescript adjective. The word does not encompass the entity that boils my soul and brutalizes my mind.
I see it, through the chaos of a universe's last breath.
GERAEGERAVF
The dark equalizer, absolute reset, total cyclical oblivion.
Spoken of in whispers by the deranged on far off worlds in guttural slums and scorched wastelands.
I watch it approach, or should I say, as Humanity approaches it?
Were the Royals justified in trying to divert the path of all Humans? To save them from the Prophecy of all Time?
That one day the Universe will be infested by our organism, and it will require deep cleaning to restore the ecosystem of Creation.
I have the key, the way to destroy that system. I will herald in that epoch.
As the flames roll over me, I remember a time long, long before now...
Ages of Humanity on a world we called our home. We sought out adventure, war and the light of the stars.
As the fires of Hell blaze through my limbs and robes, I see these memories once again.
Fight and dream.
There is always hope.
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HAVEN STORIES
General FictionIn the ever expanding universe, there is a world called Haven. The world is full of stories to be told. Here is where they may reside, perhaps with spectators to witness their characters and lessons. As eras span into eons and the vast organism know...
