After
It was there I waitedThe room above room
Space within space
Percieving, under duress, many infinities.
Hedgerows of time and mind, extended into endless heavens.
Geometries housed in geometries.
I was powerless, becoming everything and everywhere. Yet, I still was.
So I waited. Watching the unwatchable. Understanding the nothingness of all things.
Soon, after decades and decades passing in no time at all. I became aware that I was a watcher, watching.
I was there, and I could perceive myself.
And I could perceive them, too. The other watchers. Yet, these other watchers had form and agency, where I did not.
They spoke to me. Helped me understand further. Taught me to hold a form, and soon, traverse the boundaries of the endless. I could go, no longer bound by unbeing, to every observable point. I found her, and could do nothing. So I contined to search, and I found where I could work. A hyperstitional conglomeration of realities.
Here, I worked. To undo our mistakes. I knew this state of being couldn't last.
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