#ridingtheblackwave

[lostwolf29]

#dearinternet

I am finally ready to be found. I have written only 1% of my story down, but I finally know it back to front, upside down and inside out. 

All that is left is to spend the rest of my life writing it. 

Here, have a quick dream in celebration;

Here in the darkness, where we dream the world into being, there is a rumble. 

Cogs, long unmoved, grind slowly into patterns. Their design is too flawless to allow them to deteriorate, but the habit of stillness is hard to break, and time creaks in the grooves between their blades.

Somewhere a long long way away, in time and place, two souls begin to exist, tangled up in each other in the surface groove of a very strange kind of rock, watched over carefully by the only two other souls in existence.

Worlds end all the time, many times over, coming into existence only to end again. But there is something different about The World ending. All we know, coming to an abrupt halt. Even when we experience its shadow on our doorstep every day, The End of Everything is hard to imagine, hard to accept, hard to reconcile.

As these two shapes coalesce and form into two men, twins to the women who came before them, the last sands start to drain from one particular hourglass. 

Imagining the impossible will no longer be a barrier to belief. This is the End Times, where only one mind will choose what happens after Everything ends.

There are two more souls to come, before the cave that holds the rock basin is full of light. Two more souls, to create something that didn’t exist, couldn’t exist before, but the moment it existed, became the only possibility. 

Here in the darkness, we dream of the void, and remember when we were alive. 

Here, we walk the streets of infinity’s deepest dreams, wandering through her brilliant nightscapes, feeling her heart whisper its most delicate wish. 

To not be alone. 

To have found the mirror to her timelessness, the window to something more.

To have found, finally, a companion to all her travels. 

To have found, finally, a place to rest her head. 

And the promise of Eternity.