Worst place: Alone -from "The Book Of Hayat"
A thought filled the void. Sounds crested with the waves. Their desperate praises, live again for a moment, faded into the darkness.
"It was the only way."
Mountains leveled with a nudge, enemies reduced to ash, savoring the smoldering remains. There were no rivals here. None were left. Curls of other universes hid scattered remnants, mere specks of the glory once shared. Glory usurped by others. Now, there was only loneliness; eternal, consuming.
"I shall release another."
There, in an adjoining universe. Warm colors, then ultra-violet. Another reflected, unaware. The
outline of a cupped palm darkened space. Space began to spin. Accelerating, red-hot matter and
nearby universes spiraled toward the inescapable grip. Colliding dimensions ruptured, releasing the
other: serpent, sea-blue with green starfish tail. The hand closed as universes vanished. The serpent
disappeared. An explosion of fiery quills, spinning wildly, flinging heat and light in all directions. The
other seemed frightened. "Be still."
"Where are you?! Who are you?"
"I am Becoming."
"Becoming what?"
"I am Becoming. You may call me the Ancient One. We shall explore the universes together, and
create our subjects."
"And I am Ishik," a question mark, bright blue, flashed against the darkness, "also known as the one
who questions, in the universe you just destroyed. I was content, creating new stories there. You,
Ancient One should question, too, before you finish Becoming. So tell me, why should I explore with
you?"
This was going to be a long existence.
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Creator: Friend or Foe?
SpiritualThis story began as a NaNoWriMo 2012 work, with no planning, and even less idea of plot. I learned from that experience that I am not a 'pantser' -and spent about 20 painful months trying to turn my stream-of-consciousness 3-stories-in-one into o...
