from the energy source, this secluded pool high upon the mountain's edge. Within the face of these manifestations I fall to my knees relinquishing myself to this final insanity. I've finally had enough as my arms fall to my side, my eyes fixed forward unable to look away from the strands of energy that begin to form something. Locking together they build a solid structure, dancing wildly as they mold an image right before my very eyes, giving off heavy illumination. The shape begins taking form; a human type figure yet nothing about this thing seems familiar.
Strands of liquid energy build the figure before me as the ripples about the pool slowly fade, returning now to the calmness from moments ago. Above the pool floating right in front of me, a figure composed entirely out of energy, birthed from the now calm pool below. Facing upwards the figure seems to extend its arms a bit, giving off a specific glow as its outer surface seems like liquid trapped in a solid form. Its eye sockets glow brightly and nothing is human about this, yet somehow it's starting to seem frighteningly familiar. Moments pass as the figure and I just stare toward one another, eternity in this pause with the creature remaining silent as it hovers.
Gliding over the surface of energy it walks slowly, no real defining features, like a man on fire it seems. Continuing straight for me, I examine the creature remaining there on my knees in the crystal sands. Has madness come to over take me all together, to claim this heart of mine? Like nothing a million lifetimes could experience, this figure glowing brilliantly comes to a stop as it exits the pool standing directly in front of me. I realize that the creature has no eyes yet I know it can see me, this thing is intelligent having planned this moment for longer than I know . After continuing the examination for a few more moments the silence is broken between us. "Welcome, Ashton Mortal."
The crazy thing about all this is the fact that the creature doesn't actually speak, I'm not sure it even has a mouth yet I hear its words clear as day as if somehow it speaks to my mind. "You've gotta' be kidding me! I've completely lost my mind!" The only thing I can think to say, the only thing I'm positive about.
"I'm afraid not Ashton, you are quite sane at this moment."
"Really! You think so huh! And what the hell are you supposed to be, a glowing energy man?" I ask trying to make sense of all this. "Are you on fire or something?"
"I am many things Ashton Mortal, there are many explanations, many versions of what I am." The figure replies with a soft tone. "I am all things known."
Staring back at this exaggeration of reality, I feel myself become lost in this quickly growing insanity. "What do you mean?!?!" I scream at the figure. "These riddles, what do they mean? Tell me who you are!"
"There are no riddles here for you Ashton, only truth."
"WHO ARE YOU?!?!" I yell at the figure as I rise to my feet, this moment a hallucination at best.
" I am the Creator ."
"The creator of what?" I feel myself tremble as I walk the edge of insanity. "Where is your creation? I mean…what the hell are you creating?"
"I am the Creator of all things known, all things in all places."
"What?!?! So are you God then? Am I dead?" I ask not caring for the relevance of the answer.
"Many names have been given to me from every corner of existence, like I said there are many versions of what I am. You are still very much alive Ashton Mortal, I assure you." The Creator says walking closer to me, staring me up and down as if he thought I might somehow be different, that maybe I should be different.
"It is so interesting the different combinations produced, at this point I've learned so much about your life force and my own origins. This task at hand has gone on for so long and finally the time has come."
A look of bewilderment, this feeling of a dream you cannot wake
Strands of liquid energy build the figure before me as the ripples about the pool slowly fade, returning now to the calmness from moments ago. Above the pool floating right in front of me, a figure composed entirely out of energy, birthed from the now calm pool below. Facing upwards the figure seems to extend its arms a bit, giving off a specific glow as its outer surface seems like liquid trapped in a solid form. Its eye sockets glow brightly and nothing is human about this, yet somehow it's starting to seem frighteningly familiar. Moments pass as the figure and I just stare toward one another, eternity in this pause with the creature remaining silent as it hovers.
Gliding over the surface of energy it walks slowly, no real defining features, like a man on fire it seems. Continuing straight for me, I examine the creature remaining there on my knees in the crystal sands. Has madness come to over take me all together, to claim this heart of mine? Like nothing a million lifetimes could experience, this figure glowing brilliantly comes to a stop as it exits the pool standing directly in front of me. I realize that the creature has no eyes yet I know it can see me, this thing is intelligent having planned this moment for longer than I know . After continuing the examination for a few more moments the silence is broken between us. "Welcome, Ashton Mortal."
The crazy thing about all this is the fact that the creature doesn't actually speak, I'm not sure it even has a mouth yet I hear its words clear as day as if somehow it speaks to my mind. "You've gotta' be kidding me! I've completely lost my mind!" The only thing I can think to say, the only thing I'm positive about.
"I'm afraid not Ashton, you are quite sane at this moment."
"Really! You think so huh! And what the hell are you supposed to be, a glowing energy man?" I ask trying to make sense of all this. "Are you on fire or something?"
"I am many things Ashton Mortal, there are many explanations, many versions of what I am." The figure replies with a soft tone. "I am all things known."
Staring back at this exaggeration of reality, I feel myself become lost in this quickly growing insanity. "What do you mean?!?!" I scream at the figure. "These riddles, what do they mean? Tell me who you are!"
"There are no riddles here for you Ashton, only truth."
"WHO ARE YOU?!?!" I yell at the figure as I rise to my feet, this moment a hallucination at best.
" I am the Creator ."
"The creator of what?" I feel myself tremble as I walk the edge of insanity. "Where is your creation? I mean…what the hell are you creating?"
"I am the Creator of all things known, all things in all places."
"What?!?! So are you God then? Am I dead?" I ask not caring for the relevance of the answer.
"Many names have been given to me from every corner of existence, like I said there are many versions of what I am. You are still very much alive Ashton Mortal, I assure you." The Creator says walking closer to me, staring me up and down as if he thought I might somehow be different, that maybe I should be different.
"It is so interesting the different combinations produced, at this point I've learned so much about your life force and my own origins. This task at hand has gone on for so long and finally the time has come."
A look of bewilderment, this feeling of a dream you cannot wake
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