Post by Bucket on Jul 12, 2019 20:54:40 GMT -5
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┃✠ Eternity Awaits ✠
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xxxxxHello, old friend. It’s been a while, hasn’t it? How have you been?
xxxxxStill not speaking?
xxxxxI miss you. I miss the questions you used to ask. Do you remember the beginning? When you asked more questions than you had breath? I started telling you stories to pass the time, describing things that weren’t there. It was hard, at first. We were surrounded by nothing, and yet I had to make it interesting to someone who couldn’t see that there was nothing to see.
xxxxxDo you remember the moment everything became real? Maybe it was always real to you. You’d asked me, “Luoma, what does a tree smell like?” It’d been a while since we’d talked about trees. I closed my eyes on the grey blankness—picturing a tree of all things—and when I opened my eyes, well, I’ve told you that story before. Do you remember it?
xxxxxNo?
xxxxxDo you remember the last time you spoke? It was after I’d broken the budding humans. “I wanted you to know the truth of me,” I’d said, but they were a fragile little race. After what happened with the dragon gods, I ran away. I hid myself as completely as I could, thinking that if I disappeared, it could somehow undo the damage. Even our dreams—Billybojo, Peku, and Bokut—couldn’t find me.
xxxxxYou did, though. You found me, and you asked, “Luoma, what are the humans like?” I told you they were strong, that they adapted much faster than any of the other emerging races. We mourned for what they could have been. Then I told you they were as various and curious as our precious Civati. Remember how we made them?
xxxxxIt was right after everything became real. I was so excited, and so were you, and we both wanted to know. We wanted to know where we were, what stars tasted like, what trees smelled like. For the first time, you weren’t the only one asking questions! Grass was a glorious discovery. The smell, the feeling, and even the sound of it. We asked each other questions, and we both sought to know.
xxxxxWe nurtured that dream. Together, we coddled it like the most fragile of things. I almost gave up on trying to know, but your whispered questions and the physical weight of our Dream urged me on. At some point, our Dream turned into a sentient thing. Remember his first words? “Who am I?” he asked, like he already knew who we were. You were the one who gave BBJ his name, remember? He was so pleased; he didn’t try to learn anything else for a solid minute.
xxxxxI see him sometimes. Him and Peku. They’re doing well. Civati are blooming from every mind that thinks. They’ll never want for friends. Want to hear about them?
xxxxxAny of them?
xxxxxYou know, I tell you these stories and bring you and Bokut the spirits of Dreamers and Dreams who are willing to know us. Even if you don’t respond or ask questions like you used to, I’m going to keep telling you stories. For our first Dream. For the company.
xxxxxI’ve gotten better at moving around unobserved. I no longer Dream to be nothing, but I can ride along with another conscience without being noticed. I’ve even figured out how to focus on multiple places at once. I’ll be coming back with more and more stories from now on, okay? I’ll tell you about the dragons and how they’re developing. We’ll talkl about the humans and how they recovered from their loss of magic. There are stories about the elves and their third distinction. You wouldn’t believe the experements these Hijra are capable of!
xxxxxI know you love this world as much as I do. I’ll keep telling you stories, because even if you don’t talk to me, I know you’re listening. Whatever you see behind those blind eyes, it’s just as beautiful as the universe out here. I promise.
┃✠ Eternity Awaits ✠
┗━━╍╍┅┅┉┉
xxxxxHello, old friend. It’s been a while, hasn’t it? How have you been?
xxxxxStill not speaking?
xxxxxI miss you. I miss the questions you used to ask. Do you remember the beginning? When you asked more questions than you had breath? I started telling you stories to pass the time, describing things that weren’t there. It was hard, at first. We were surrounded by nothing, and yet I had to make it interesting to someone who couldn’t see that there was nothing to see.
xxxxxDo you remember the moment everything became real? Maybe it was always real to you. You’d asked me, “Luoma, what does a tree smell like?” It’d been a while since we’d talked about trees. I closed my eyes on the grey blankness—picturing a tree of all things—and when I opened my eyes, well, I’ve told you that story before. Do you remember it?
xxxxxNo?
xxxxxDo you remember the last time you spoke? It was after I’d broken the budding humans. “I wanted you to know the truth of me,” I’d said, but they were a fragile little race. After what happened with the dragon gods, I ran away. I hid myself as completely as I could, thinking that if I disappeared, it could somehow undo the damage. Even our dreams—Billybojo, Peku, and Bokut—couldn’t find me.
xxxxxYou did, though. You found me, and you asked, “Luoma, what are the humans like?” I told you they were strong, that they adapted much faster than any of the other emerging races. We mourned for what they could have been. Then I told you they were as various and curious as our precious Civati. Remember how we made them?
xxxxxIt was right after everything became real. I was so excited, and so were you, and we both wanted to know. We wanted to know where we were, what stars tasted like, what trees smelled like. For the first time, you weren’t the only one asking questions! Grass was a glorious discovery. The smell, the feeling, and even the sound of it. We asked each other questions, and we both sought to know.
xxxxxWe nurtured that dream. Together, we coddled it like the most fragile of things. I almost gave up on trying to know, but your whispered questions and the physical weight of our Dream urged me on. At some point, our Dream turned into a sentient thing. Remember his first words? “Who am I?” he asked, like he already knew who we were. You were the one who gave BBJ his name, remember? He was so pleased; he didn’t try to learn anything else for a solid minute.
xxxxxI see him sometimes. Him and Peku. They’re doing well. Civati are blooming from every mind that thinks. They’ll never want for friends. Want to hear about them?
xxxxxAny of them?
xxxxxYou know, I tell you these stories and bring you and Bokut the spirits of Dreamers and Dreams who are willing to know us. Even if you don’t respond or ask questions like you used to, I’m going to keep telling you stories. For our first Dream. For the company.
xxxxxI’ve gotten better at moving around unobserved. I no longer Dream to be nothing, but I can ride along with another conscience without being noticed. I’ve even figured out how to focus on multiple places at once. I’ll be coming back with more and more stories from now on, okay? I’ll tell you about the dragons and how they’re developing. We’ll talkl about the humans and how they recovered from their loss of magic. There are stories about the elves and their third distinction. You wouldn’t believe the experements these Hijra are capable of!
xxxxxI know you love this world as much as I do. I’ll keep telling you stories, because even if you don’t talk to me, I know you’re listening. Whatever you see behind those blind eyes, it’s just as beautiful as the universe out here. I promise.