The Beginning

It finally came...

From up up above. That terrible wonder.

After countless nights too distant to a place I always knew but could never reach.

Every morning awake, lying and staring towards something I felt deep within the fiber of my soul that I could only describe as...New....

But here we are, in reality. A guilded cage. A glorious stupor. A lovely reprieve...

Be it our own miscommunication, or it's own plan, we lie in stagnant love, rejoicing in ancient rituals and practices.The overhanging shimmer an overwhelming reminder of what once was and what now remains.

"Find us again, oh ancient one, Build our nation anew."

And with the last whispering echo across a vast opalescent shell cliff, the fourth dimensional goddess broke forth through the vastness and embraced them in her bosom. Ready for the next birth to emerge.

Birth.

We all were born from death.

The cold was our blanket and the emptiness our embrace.

Light is only born from darkness, and only from that darkness did we begin to understand that the twisting nature of our own reality is in itself its own lovely maze.

Be lost. Be beautiful. Be forgotten.

She blinks in a shimmering glance, laughing in tears at the naive innocence that is the soul.

For in this instance, in this dismissal of pain and acceptance of glory, does the soul truly surpass the body.

We have won...