Ordo ab Chao
He stands at the edge of time and looks at the ocean of
chaos flowing beneath his feet. He crouches and runs his hand in the stream of
pure cosmic consciousness and feels a tingle run up his hand. In that moment, a
universe is born, worlds are formed and lives are created. Like the flow of
sand, wheel of time starts to spin and thus a new story begins whose ending
only he knows.
With birth comes the definitive death, its smell always hovering
since the moment of birth.
His grey-blue skin glistens in the wake of a dying star. He
basks in the light and sees through every speck of dust that is blown from the
core of the star. He sees a pattern in that chaos - a pattern that he
understands and knows how to untangle every one of them. But for now, he allows
them to be.
Space bends and time ceases to exist when he decides on his
destination. He finds himself surrounded by snow covered mountains and fresh
green grass. The conjoining contradiction isn't lost on him. A pang of unknown
emotion rises from his spine, his reaction to the laughter of a young woman
carried by the passing wind. The smell of ash on his skin blends with the smell
of grass and honeysuckle making the wind take that smell to the owner of the
laughter.
The calmness he personified during the creation of time was
lost in an abyss of unbound energy which he passed before he came here.
Here is going to
be everywhere, he thinks wryly.
He feels velvety grass crunch beneath his naked feet as he
makes his way towards the sound of laughter. The irony of him seeking something
so mundane, something so human makes
him chuckle. Yet, it was something that had to be done; for mankind, for
himself and for her. He owed her
that. He wonders if she would recognize him the moment she sees him. Eons of
memory was crumpled and stuffed into pockets of stars when she was born as her. The stars would return her memory
of him and her together when it was time for
her to know.
Everything happened according to design; a pattern that was
laid out according to blueprints designed by him. That was the only way he
could bring around order. That was the only way he could probably perform his duty.
However sometimes chaos required more than an outside
supervision.
Her laughter dies when her eyes fall on a stranger - a man
with animal skin woven around his waist and his blue grey skin covered in ash. His
eyes shone like stars and he smelled of universe.
She smiled in recognition.
Sometimes, chaos needed his intervention.
And then came the order the world was waiting for.
Edited by -Sookie- - 12 years ago
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