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Post by Densetsu Karu on Jan 2, 2015 18:22:04 GMT -6
This was a world that had ended.
Nothing is born; nothing dies. Even time does not exist. This world had once proliferated with life. Beings that observed this world, cared for this world, loved this world down to every last particle. He was sure, undoubtedly sure, that the world of that time had been much loved. The beings that had lived there loved it beyond any other world of its type and beyond any kind of love they would feel again. It was not that they loved it with an incomparable quantity, but simply of an incomparable quality. It was a sort of love that encompassed fellowship and youth. It was the same kind of love often romanticized by aged cohorts as their sparkling days of youth. Indeed, this world had been the manifestation of youth. All of those feelings – promise, amusement, love for one another – the intense cacophony of feelings of the days long passed had nurtured this world, making it into the wonder it had been.
But, like most good things, this world had ended. The beings of light were nowhere to be found. Where they have gone, he did not know. At that point, it was impossible for him to see anything but the emptiness of that world. Easily he could say that if he were to choose a place to be born, then it would not be here. He found himself weeping at what this world had been and what it had become. The potential it had was all gone. It was now only an empty shell of what it could have been.
The tears did not stop. He continued to weep, nay, wail into the empty sky, because that was all he could do. Eventually, even he succumbed to the world’s silence, unable to break it for long with just his voice and his tears. He lay there in the grass, unable to move.
But there it was: a soft voice, calling him. There was a person in a world such as this. She stood ahead of him a few metres, atop a hill. She called to him with outstretched arms. Eagerly, he floated towards her. He was but a tiny light to her, but she was an elegant creature of beauty. The last true being in this world, he was sure. She cupped her hands, allowing him a place to alight. He looked up at her, smiling even though he wasn’t sure why.
“Are you lost?”
He nodded.
“Do you want to go back?”
He nodded.
“Okay. Let’s take you home.”
But he stopped her. There was something else. Something important he wanted to ask.
“Oh, this world? Don’t worry about this world anymore.”
He shook his head.
“There are no lights left...”
He shook his head.
“If you really want to save this world, then the lights will have to come back, too.”
He nodded. It would be done. The world could not die, he decided. The lights would come back.
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