Cold wind blowing I hear. My mind drifts. I wondered what I was lost in thought. I have no regrets, merely if I ever return to this place... I have no worries beyond those of the living, no living past the time present. Time moves on. My gaze falls to the green water in my glass...
I dream of that place. At first, only a sense of emptiness. Float in the night? The stars shattered in the vast nothingness...
The stars came to me as a wave of heat and light, sweeping over my body. I opened my eyes and saw that the stars were drifting from the blackness of space. Each star a great city. I explored the void of space. As I took in the magnificent structures, I concluded that they could not be built by hand.
Who am I? I felt the question falling away with the thought. I saw a great pillar of light fall from a distant point. The column of light was almost alive, rotating, changing, twisting around it's central shaft. It was beautiful but terrifying. I wanted to fly close to it, follow it, go to see its origin.
I did not have time for that. I felt a great presence come alive in the emptiness around me. I could not be sure of its size or shape but I could pick up something in the offing.
Its voice boomed out of all eternity, at once a whisper and a voice I would never forget. What is this I ask you?
Again the pillar of light came to me. I realized that it was leading me to its source. We passed time together, me and the pillar that was saved from the power of the void. The pillar was not the source though, I realized, the source, was the thing that passed through the pillar. The thing… was not really alive. Then I realized, it was THE THING.
I knew what it was. How could I not know? It was THE THING, THE MAN IN BLACK, the father of all things.
What will you do now, pray tell?
What can I do? Silence filled my mind, fearful and uneasy.
You can't do anything. That's what you must do. How will you know what you have to do?
I began to cry. I felt the threat of something so profound, an immense power, battling for me. My eyes filled with tears, rushing out of me.
This is important, you have ever to do one thing. Will you?
Embarrassed, I laughed asking the question backwards. I saw a vision of a past now lost. I never knew who that girl was.
No. Not that.
Will you?
Yes. It had to be the truth.
Then I woke up. I found my hand had fallen off the glass table. I tried to speak but nothing came out of my mouth. My mind was blank, echoing with a single thought, a single command.
They say that the sea is the mother of life. The sea is the abyss of space, the life giving abyss, it said to me, that it may be the mother of life but it is also the abyss of space.
Will you?
Yes.
It ordered... I obeyed...
My body is the vessel of the sea. I am the life and the dream of the sea... I am the sea.
She is dreaming. She is dreaming what is and what will be. She is dreaming that humans never look at the sea and see the sea as she is.
She is dreaming of a time yet to come and of a time which has passed, a time that she may have condemned. She is dreaming and I am the dream.
She is dreaming what is and what will be. She is dreaming that humans never look at the sea and see the sea as she is.
I am the dream of the sea.
I hear her voice speaking to me, even though I am sleeping. I have no eyes no heart no body no breath. My mind is wandering, my body is in pieces. She is speaking to me and I can hear what she says.
She is dreaming and I am dreaming. She is dreaming that humans never look at the sea and see the sea as she is.
She wonders if her dreams are true. She wonders if her dreams of strength and power holds power over an immortal being like the sea.
I hear her speak to me, but what she says is like a dream. I hear the sea, the sea ground is rumbling, the sea is wind. I hear the sea, calling me, calling all life.
She is dreaming, she is dreaming ...