Mists And Fogs

Story 2

Lord Writer of Destinies was whirling around in feverish excitement. Laughing joyously in his Hall of Fates.

A new soul was coming.

A grand soul.

A Great Soul.

This was a rare opportunity for him.

Many stories that he crafted were nothing more than a continuation of cause and effect, retribution or redemption, a long tale of unending weaving by a soul that had yet to understand themselves and escaped the great tapestry, the Weaving of Heaven and Universe.

Every soul was a thread, every life was a drop of colour.

But, not now!

Now, there's a Great Soul, slowly coalescing in the Cauldron of the Great Mother of All!

A chance for a new story!

A new tapestry to be woven!

He can barely control his excitement.

The Spirit of the Universe flows through his body, making every fibre of his existence sing.

This will be an amazing new Tapestry of Life.

With a flick of his fingers, he summoned his favourite ebony celestial brush, and a fresh Scroll of Destiny materialise within seconds right in front of his writing utensil, awaiting for a Tale of Fate to emerge from the tip of his ink brush.

Closing his eyes, he submerged his consciousness within the Great Spirit, and opened his awareness to receive a new tale.

His celestial essences glowed as he humbly commune with the Weaver of the Cosmos.

A moment, outside of time, asunder from space, orphaned from matter itself.

He opened his eyes and set his brush to record the tale of the new soul.

The brush flew across the scroll, almost as if running against time itself.

As the words flowed, the scroll automatically elongated to accommodate the lifespan of a soul.

On and on the brush danced, an epic tale unfolded, of what that shall befall upon the new soul as it left the Cauldron of Life.

The Lord Writer of Destinies was awed, even as he laboured, by such a wondrous journey through Life.

Smiling, he made a note to himself, to personally witness the scroll's placement in his Hall of Fates.

It is the least he could do as a welcome to a future addition to the Heavenly Realm.

A new celestial benevolence shall one day come home.

As he writes, the scroll glowed and refuses to accept any more new addition.

The Lord Writer laughed, knowing that this was the moment when this child shall attain their divinity. Looking at how much space was left, blank and pristine as the scroll continued to grow its length, his eyebrows flew up to his hairline.

Well.

It seemed that there shall be much excitement in store for this future soul.

He laughed merrily.

This shall be such fun!

Tiny Divine Winds, made corporeal and imbued with personalities, rushed up to surround him. Attracted by the aura of a new Soul Tale being  written, their instinctual reactions to his rarely heard merriment was adorable, with wide eyes and ears eagerly soaking in his divine happiness.

They took the glowing, ever expanding Scroll of Destiny and moved to placed it in the many cavernous spaces in the infinite Hall of Fates. The Lord Writer flew to accompany them, to witness the resting place of this newly recorded Fate. Seeing their perplexed curiosity at this rare gesture of respect, he shared what little bit that he could impart, without accidentally influencing the ordained fate that he had just wrote down.

Silent and mute, the Divine Winds were the only beings, aside from the Lord Writer of Destinies, that was capable of moving in this taboo environment. They were the only confidants that ever witnessed all of his unrestrained antics.

And the only ones that he trusted to not affect any Tales that exists in this Hall.