A light in the horizon sparks with life. The mixture of colors change from reds to blue then purple darkness to black, keeping the light sheltered it swirls into itself, as though keeping all knowledge into one singular event. The very idea the tempest could allow for a quick escape is unsounded amongst the massive gravity cloud. An arc reminiscence of a lighting bolt shot across the surrounding sphere. Electrifying ethereal energy sparks the darkness. A thick purple hue quickly faded out with essence of peach and crimson blue. It’s unlike any seen here in this past time, in this space. White and red shadows saturated an illuminating velocity merging with no defining line separating the spectrums. Behind the horizon, having blue shift, unconscious thought began to form. The lights enhance the hue defining the shift but darkness suddenly took it all back. For some, the darkness raged on through the night, while others found the impulses and made them visible for the eyes to see. A final rift split apart the dividing line of time. This trice revealed the instant that led us to today. A story tellers voice echoed in the darkness beside the flame set in place by stone while the children remained starkly upright in their positions,
"How can you say that you’re ready? No one is truly ready to suffer and feel."
Aetherius fervently demanded answers while he contemplated thought. Aetherius’ mass was solid; he completed with precision. His thick breadth spanned an unfathomable distance.
Aither only moments away reacted energetically,
“But the feelings and the spirits are what we have come together for. To deny your feelings is to deny the idea we have come together at all.”
With a contemptuous look Aetherius retorted,
"Their form is too primitive. You are needed here. Here is the place you have resided. Do not be captivated and separated by what they strive to achieve with their humaneness, it will only dominate you."
The spark expanded towards the horizon, and beyond. Flickers on the horizon blazed in passive hues of crimson. Aither stood alone breathing long and loud acknowledging,
“Where is here but a useless, mindless, all together unheard organism who cannot keep adaptable thought. We change with the sunset, ever foreboding our existence. Those beings are brought together by words and work alone while suffering the pains of an indeterminate state.”
White air assaulted Aetherius; he sharply ascended, to the right embracing his ecstasy, forbidding the air to develop around him, he accounted in discord,
“Feel the water, its’ holds, its’ indistinct shape, embracing only tension keeping it completely and totally fluid inside. Moving from the inside, their emotions carry them downstream, always seeking the roots, while reaching for the sky, here is their final rest. Aither time is their enemy.”
As Aither held her gaze scrutinizing his reaction she softly said,
“Time is ours I agree; most are not ready for the journey. Their form rushes in like the breeze, leaving, living outwards while causing no real need to return, and denying the very existence of being. But alas, choice is given to reason, there by the selves shall overcome such trials occurring in such a shallow pool. Quite intriguing honestly, their perpetual motion keeps them in form, and their ideas are complementary. In their abode who shall lead and who shall follow always mocks the divine rhythm.”
For a second, you could observe the distinct difference between the two; she was lovely, and fiery, he diffident and meek. A mocking yet gentle voice shown as an orange and white glow surrounded her. She ascended backwards into the light, but only for a brief moment. The conversation abruptly turned towards chaos. Aetherius began closing his mind towards her. Darkness overtook the light for a brief moment before a final explosion of thought rocked the horizon. Aetherius’ windswept disturbance shown thought the rift exploding into a prism of color he reverberated,
“You mock the divine rhythm, for a state with such precision and grace, will suffer confusion only, and the state in which you prefer to attain is incomplete, and inaccessible. What is your raison d etre, what goal is it you seek? You shall see, and hear what Aither?”
He completed with majestic grace and a humbled abode dwelled where he had rocked the heavens. Aither faced towards the plane, where she witnessed a number of variations and possibilities. A tear was now apparent, diverging thoughts came forth in masses. Aither and Aetherius were no longer alone in their thoughts. An immediate voice turned hostile,
“Your kind is likening of war, what is it you have done? Tell me now of what you have done! For you shall surly pay with lives in unheard of numbers this time. This is savageness you speak of!”
The voice separated the celestial bodies further. Aetherius absconded into the darkness and was seen no more. The awareness of surrounding completed its circle mocking this point. For a brief moment in time, we had come together, the story teller went on.
“Now time itself, and the forces of nature tore us from our rapture, separating us. We attain to become something we once were.”
The voice raged on further slighting Aither,
“Who is responsible for this outrageous application of thought? You shall surly die, struck down by plagues, and disease. What have we come together for if an explosive occurrence can be felt once again here in this sanctuary. For what have you done, I demand answers, Aither.”
She had become a presence and was now visible. At least she wasn’t alone, Bedlam could see her. She had attained a majestic glow about her. She was intense, and impressed with being unconnected. The essence of Aetherius was removed and replaced with a voice seemingly flawless in nature. The presence humbled her. She insisted, and declared loudly.
“I feel no shame. For what I have done is completely natural. The force in which you share is attained in this way only. I cannot ask for anything, nor do I feel in any way emboldened by the idea you could wreak havoc on me or my people. I am free once again, and you are no longer alone. The threat of plague and disaster is a natural occurrence. Had you walked beside your people, you would have seen it for your self.”
Aither went on,
“The form to which their cycle completes is the same as you and I. But they work harder and strive more. They are capable of loving and longing, becoming the reality we have always strived to complete. Their complex species has created four miles of synaptic cord connecting a primitive mind to a functioning organism. They think, feel, and rationalize. They are not free of their bodies by choice. They are currently encased in a place, whereas, thoughts can be build upon. Work can be completed; the goal they strive for is to reach the heavens once again. Have you forgotten your place, Bedlam? For without them to feast upon you would not remain. I shall ask you; what is it you have done for these forms, except confuse them at every turn of their existence? You shall no longer be freed to complete a cycle that is negatively wholesome.”
Breathing Aither continued less reserved this time,
“This is an unchecked system, without balance, you shall now share with me what you have attained from this form. We shall share, or I will take it all, and make the form complete and without flaw. Which is the greater of the two? They attain for their selves. It shouldn’t be that difficult to share uncertainties with success.”
Bedlam moved quickly and couldn’t stay grounded, his random thoughts began to subside he was awestruck at her might and Aither continued,
“Their difficulty lies in their perception, which is easily challenged by knowledge, persistence, and ingenuity. Without you, this form would have flourished, attaining a different state several millennia ago. Your approach has made them static. You haven’t been challenged in thousands of years. Watch them grow with my presence.”
Bedlam understood his retreat left him alone far too long. He loosened his claim.
“I forgot, I know this creature and have great hope for their kind. I cannot take back what was never mine, and I admit I have become unchecked, and out of balance. I have felt so alone, and have overstepped my bounds. I admit, without balance, I have had too great a rein, I am without fault as well, and it is my nature. ”
This was true, his actions had become unchecked and his system was out of balance. He existed without regard for humanity. Bedlams’ point was well taken, mankind was beloved, an honorable creature, but easily manipulated. The unrest soon gave way to harmony as they began to work together. As an action to a reaction, the people flourished and peace came to being. The people began to open their minds, and their growth flourished. The children listened enthusiastically while the storyteller spoke the end to her story,
“Concentrating on her gift of consciousness, Aither became and formed a landscape of existence, balance, poise, and stability for all. The old forms eventually passed away, putting in motion a new set of laws, a new vista approached, and our people became objective and free. Become awakened my children, for if your full potential is not reached, you will be forgotten like the spirit of Aetherius. Only to be reawakened and revived on an ancient story teller’s whim.”
The Omega
"How can you say that you’re ready? No one is truly ready to suffer and feel."
Aetherius fervently demanded answers while he contemplated thought. Aetherius’ mass was solid; he completed with precision. His thick breadth spanned an unfathomable distance.
Aither only moments away reacted energetically,
“But the feelings and the spirits are what we have come together for. To deny your feelings is to deny the idea we have come together at all.”
With a contemptuous look Aetherius retorted,
"Their form is too primitive. You are needed here. Here is the place you have resided. Do not be captivated and separated by what they strive to achieve with their humaneness, it will only dominate you."
The spark expanded towards the horizon, and beyond. Flickers on the horizon blazed in passive hues of crimson. Aither stood alone breathing long and loud acknowledging,
“Where is here but a useless, mindless, all together unheard organism who cannot keep adaptable thought. We change with the sunset, ever foreboding our existence. Those beings are brought together by words and work alone while suffering the pains of an indeterminate state.”
White air assaulted Aetherius; he sharply ascended, to the right embracing his ecstasy, forbidding the air to develop around him, he accounted in discord,
“Feel the water, its’ holds, its’ indistinct shape, embracing only tension keeping it completely and totally fluid inside. Moving from the inside, their emotions carry them downstream, always seeking the roots, while reaching for the sky, here is their final rest. Aither time is their enemy.”
As Aither held her gaze scrutinizing his reaction she softly said,
“Time is ours I agree; most are not ready for the journey. Their form rushes in like the breeze, leaving, living outwards while causing no real need to return, and denying the very existence of being. But alas, choice is given to reason, there by the selves shall overcome such trials occurring in such a shallow pool. Quite intriguing honestly, their perpetual motion keeps them in form, and their ideas are complementary. In their abode who shall lead and who shall follow always mocks the divine rhythm.”
For a second, you could observe the distinct difference between the two; she was lovely, and fiery, he diffident and meek. A mocking yet gentle voice shown as an orange and white glow surrounded her. She ascended backwards into the light, but only for a brief moment. The conversation abruptly turned towards chaos. Aetherius began closing his mind towards her. Darkness overtook the light for a brief moment before a final explosion of thought rocked the horizon. Aetherius’ windswept disturbance shown thought the rift exploding into a prism of color he reverberated,
“You mock the divine rhythm, for a state with such precision and grace, will suffer confusion only, and the state in which you prefer to attain is incomplete, and inaccessible. What is your raison d etre, what goal is it you seek? You shall see, and hear what Aither?”
He completed with majestic grace and a humbled abode dwelled where he had rocked the heavens. Aither faced towards the plane, where she witnessed a number of variations and possibilities. A tear was now apparent, diverging thoughts came forth in masses. Aither and Aetherius were no longer alone in their thoughts. An immediate voice turned hostile,
“Your kind is likening of war, what is it you have done? Tell me now of what you have done! For you shall surly pay with lives in unheard of numbers this time. This is savageness you speak of!”
The voice separated the celestial bodies further. Aetherius absconded into the darkness and was seen no more. The awareness of surrounding completed its circle mocking this point. For a brief moment in time, we had come together, the story teller went on.
“Now time itself, and the forces of nature tore us from our rapture, separating us. We attain to become something we once were.”
The voice raged on further slighting Aither,
“Who is responsible for this outrageous application of thought? You shall surly die, struck down by plagues, and disease. What have we come together for if an explosive occurrence can be felt once again here in this sanctuary. For what have you done, I demand answers, Aither.”
She had become a presence and was now visible. At least she wasn’t alone, Bedlam could see her. She had attained a majestic glow about her. She was intense, and impressed with being unconnected. The essence of Aetherius was removed and replaced with a voice seemingly flawless in nature. The presence humbled her. She insisted, and declared loudly.
“I feel no shame. For what I have done is completely natural. The force in which you share is attained in this way only. I cannot ask for anything, nor do I feel in any way emboldened by the idea you could wreak havoc on me or my people. I am free once again, and you are no longer alone. The threat of plague and disaster is a natural occurrence. Had you walked beside your people, you would have seen it for your self.”
Aither went on,
“The form to which their cycle completes is the same as you and I. But they work harder and strive more. They are capable of loving and longing, becoming the reality we have always strived to complete. Their complex species has created four miles of synaptic cord connecting a primitive mind to a functioning organism. They think, feel, and rationalize. They are not free of their bodies by choice. They are currently encased in a place, whereas, thoughts can be build upon. Work can be completed; the goal they strive for is to reach the heavens once again. Have you forgotten your place, Bedlam? For without them to feast upon you would not remain. I shall ask you; what is it you have done for these forms, except confuse them at every turn of their existence? You shall no longer be freed to complete a cycle that is negatively wholesome.”
Breathing Aither continued less reserved this time,
“This is an unchecked system, without balance, you shall now share with me what you have attained from this form. We shall share, or I will take it all, and make the form complete and without flaw. Which is the greater of the two? They attain for their selves. It shouldn’t be that difficult to share uncertainties with success.”
Bedlam moved quickly and couldn’t stay grounded, his random thoughts began to subside he was awestruck at her might and Aither continued,
“Their difficulty lies in their perception, which is easily challenged by knowledge, persistence, and ingenuity. Without you, this form would have flourished, attaining a different state several millennia ago. Your approach has made them static. You haven’t been challenged in thousands of years. Watch them grow with my presence.”
Bedlam understood his retreat left him alone far too long. He loosened his claim.
“I forgot, I know this creature and have great hope for their kind. I cannot take back what was never mine, and I admit I have become unchecked, and out of balance. I have felt so alone, and have overstepped my bounds. I admit, without balance, I have had too great a rein, I am without fault as well, and it is my nature. ”
This was true, his actions had become unchecked and his system was out of balance. He existed without regard for humanity. Bedlams’ point was well taken, mankind was beloved, an honorable creature, but easily manipulated. The unrest soon gave way to harmony as they began to work together. As an action to a reaction, the people flourished and peace came to being. The people began to open their minds, and their growth flourished. The children listened enthusiastically while the storyteller spoke the end to her story,
“Concentrating on her gift of consciousness, Aither became and formed a landscape of existence, balance, poise, and stability for all. The old forms eventually passed away, putting in motion a new set of laws, a new vista approached, and our people became objective and free. Become awakened my children, for if your full potential is not reached, you will be forgotten like the spirit of Aetherius. Only to be reawakened and revived on an ancient story teller’s whim.”
The Omega
