For a long time, I stood upon ground undefined. The only discernible colours surrounding us are cyan and a darker emerald. Above me the source for all creation a brilliant white light. Conveying in a voice with no discernible or inexplicable means its sounds array the intent from an overbearing source. The heliocentric cosmological allaying waves as an inaudible gravitational pull on my dizzying self. Permeating a knowing sense of time only excused by the age it sees, as little of me. As attained by satellites, planets, and stars meant to draw in over the constant convalescence over immutable relativity of all to gravity. So for the possibility, constellations light up out of his awareness. For each new star, another connection is made and another until one persists all others. Its divine essence and clarity develop an identity out of the nebula in which a finite surface will be enough for what will forever last. "Even beyond you. My first creation." The intangible voice spoke to me with the visceral array determining his will and intent. I had been hatched as a celestial body. One of many that would follow my guidance and breathe new life to more solar systems expanding horizons for permissible new existences producing more fuel for the dreams so clusters would eventually stride into constellations extenuated out of the collected generation of radiation defining the finality of space, time and gravity.
Creation guiding from his initial acknowledgment of steps finally meeting ground. For more than thought and awareness all it really wanted for each of us is to acknowledge the fortuitous notion of bearing a physical body on the earth. For its understanding, it chose a moniker. One to be recognized as the stars seemingly revolved around him, "I am God. You will know my light." As rock compacts together colliding and breaking into each other. "I do not control the rotation of your heavenly bodies.
You do." The crunching of elements compounding
together with the matter unto its own tether of mass, while solar radiation provides the fire needed to form into geocentric stability. The hurling of humidity from asteroids sleeted with ice from the divine's cold water awash with the providence of God.
Turning with the red, orange, and yellow into collisions sparking a wonderful display to the other planets. Mass had pulled the rays of heat as well as the collected abundance of water of the asteroids from one to all spurring forth chunks to gather around but not become with. A luminary rock to revolve around gather together what would've been ringing cultivating intrinsic to the earth's rotation. God was providing the floor for consciousness to procreate microbial life. Carried by hydrogen-oxygen frozen like icebergs, starting as mounds of melted ice spiking down to the surface. Turn from hail to pellets to sleet then meet the ocean. The rate of descent coupled with the molten charge of thunderous sonic booms from each and every other dropped leaf, stratosphere, and atmosphere in an entirety dissolute. An effect at impact sinking through Alma's first ocean trudge from another concourse stretching to another part of the solar system. Accelerated evolution of what would live in the expansive oceans encapsulating the life-bearing planets to gestate from microscopic organisms, sediment deposits had laid down on the ocean floor. An eventual reality of permissible rays retain the sky as a beautiful blue. Containing their dreams, energy, and nightmares. As all life learns the mind will attain awareness, knowledge, and mind of matter. "So I give unto you my first creation the responsibility of guiding sentient life of humanity, Reverence." The light casts shuddering scorn unto my eyes in a sheen of glimmering tears for the one divine. "There are nine planets under your dominion. Three will become one when the system is aligned as a system crunch, several perish." I hold up my hand to the big bright light in the sky, my eyes watering at the shine, and ask about the other seven, "The other sentient life. What happens to them?" Noticing my back aches, I reach and touch what is holding me above this water planet. Wings with enough length to keep me above the clouds. "Do I sense doubt?" Uncertain of the entity above me talking without words. Fluctuating waves emanating from the star with auditory resilience were too much for my ears to handle. Below me, I see beneath the water a dark globe below the water capable of dragging me down. I consider that this might always keep me here he says, "Does it call to you?" Reading it I see a future captured not by light but by time. After an ominous figure striving to get to the top of the humans piled toppled and collapsed mound with enough skeletons to not slip through the cracks attempting to snap for the end of ropes survival. I shriek at our God's presence, "I demand to know your true face!" The waves flex and become rapid. No longer soothing or equally. The throat of God is beret enough to erupt from his shine to shake the shroud of the shadow of light covering his real form showing the distinct similarity of the nightmare rising. A compact surface for this winged shadow to of climbed closer to the sludge at the top. The anger of the kindest sweeps the air within my wings when the light goes out above and the rest are still slow from trying to push their way above each other. In the muggy dark water kicked up in front of me, I get a mere glimpse of a face barely recognized but known to me as my own. My face was drenched with water and my hands showed shocking hysterics with the breath and wicked tongue that is this moment. My voice raises into a bellow of a blatant hatred, "You're a false idol." My pulse slows, my wings steady their frame and I spark my finger's hollow bones with my nails made of flint. The gaze of God's heralding wild light wraps into itself. No blinding light, he's a sentiment of the same kind. "You won't." Through teeth and disbelief, before he could ascertain the problematic acknowledgment for his ignorance and my own, I plummet. Didn't need another thought with my wings tucked tight against my back. The stretch between us is not enough for me to arrive at the sphere in the first without the worse of the damage. The divine being rushes towards the water where I'll hit impact against something better than the strength of my body and my will in equal proportion. "No!" His shout attains what I know of what's happening deep beneath the surface of the water as its sludge is still held by the gravity withholding the truth of time. The real form of our creator's deference has him descending in determining aptitude of what I doubt he'll get close enough to. He'll heel till he's close enough to my shoulders and grab hold of my wings and try to steer me away from the orb at the centre of what's still scaling up to were scaling up to where the surface hits the water. Only to have one of us make a make mistake. An infallible mistake of impact at a velocity that will surely cripple our bodies smashed. My body sinks towards the gravitationally collapsed core within. Magma within, ash without, and time capsuled. He floats concussed to the surface with the enigmatic blue sky holding his breath and I let go of mine. Descending to the smouldered sphere. The gleam embraces me with its own fluctuation, absorbing my heat. A version of myself through the inexplicable reflection while I let the breath out of my lung expel through. My skin is clearly green but the creature before me is, without doubt, a murky shade of my own. His red eyes were perverse, with inverted iris and no pupil. No discerning circle to encompass the dredged out white solid base leaking out to the rest of pupil ooze running outside of what should be reflecting all he sees. The crazed look on his face wrenches through the transient mud elevating him above the surface with his right arm raised he throws a cuff on my wrist and drags us down into an adverse type of globe, we fall together from the height he had brought me along with him, right along with me. The farther we get to the ground the glass shatters but it won't make it down with us. It'll sheer into all too clear colour of sun's depiction.
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