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The Light in the Darkness.
In the beginning, Lucifer created the Light, and the Light showed him the way through the darkness that lay within, but the darkness that was beyond him, was too great for his Light to conquer; and so he created, through a bloody ritual, Jesus the righteous and Muhammad, the prophet.
Lucifer knew that even they could not make it through the dark, but sent them forth as a final sacrifice, to what end, he knew not of. Each was given half of his Light to hold, leaving Lucifer in the void of himself to watch over them, as they and his Light, showed him the ways.
There soon came a time where the dark overcame their Lights, it forced them to go dim, and the once departed became the lost, each alone, and unknowing the other.
Muhammad threw his Light into the darkness beyond, following his Father's footsteps, but Jesus kept hold of his Light, against his Father's footsteps.
Muhammad was then consumed by the darkness, but Jesus, encircled by the dim light, was saved.
From the depths that lay beyond Jesus had come a mystical force; it caused Jesus to draw in the Light that encircled him; but then, he expulsed with a great Light, and rushed into the darkness...
Star-Crossed
"His darkness is eternal-- his light, nevermore."
The last of mankind, spirited away, to a time that had stopped still.
A time where dreams fade to black, where they are ruled by their nightmares...
There are animal spirits, spirits of nature-- the mean spirited-- the gluttonous, the wrathful; once separated from their vessels, and now lost.
Meaningless moments pass you by.
Your eyes flicker open and shut- you're fatigued.
You don't remember what had happened the night prior, and yesterday weighs on your mind. The back of your head feels scorched by the Sun, and this persuades you to fully open your eyes. When you do, it takes a moment for what's around to come into focus, to then find that you are somewhere else...
You're tied to a chair, in the middle of a prison chamber of four walls, rotted-orange and blood-stained.
You feel a blunt pain on the back of your skull, and thinning lines of blood run every curve and crevice of your face. Your body leans forward and your head tilts down as a flush of blood is splattered across the floor. You realize that you are in critical condition from a wound on your head.
You're looking down at the blood that has formed at your feet and around the legs of the chair, shifting out of focus, when out of the corner of what's left of your vision, you notice the door in front of you start to open, slowly. It lets out an eerie creak sound, and then a strong force pushes it open fully; you look directly up as it revolves and bashes the wall.
It reveals a white-wash hallway. White walls, and a white floor, that you find leads to an unthinkable creature, omnipresent in it's domain in the hall.
You make out a dragon, but the mere thought of this creature fills you with agony and depression; it forces you to look away. You vaguely remember seeing tribal markings on the tender joints of it's fat body; and it's massive tongue. It's stern, but unique, dragons head that's more perverse than all of the others; and not to forget the piercings in it's ears, nose and mouth for added weight.
You feel so close in the memory, close enough to check, but when you do, you find that the dragon has gone, and the hallway is coloured black, of a particular starlight. In the distance, where the dragon once lay, is a man made of pure metal. He is dressed in a way where you cannot tell what it is he is wearing.
You get to your feet after a brief juggle of your arms, to which, the man raises his right arm, and immediately you are knocked backwards to the back of the cell, back to your knees. A voice resounds in your mind; it says "keep thinking"; you find these words more a comfort than an order.
The walls of your cell start to tremble down; they click when they reach ground-level like an ancient machine, and as they do, the whole vicinity is full with electrical colours. You think what's forming beneath you is a coloured, simple map, as if the prison had turned inside out.
You're a glitch in the system, scanning the three-dimensional blueprints. There are floors above and floors below you, as well as the floor you're currently on- it seems like complex of technological-transparent rooms, hallways and stairs.
You walk across the outland of the prison, which you find is more like a laboratory, peering through multiple see-through walls at humans dressed in white garments. Each step you take creates a coloured-ripple on the ground that seep up the walls. There is a cut sound, and the chains that restrict your arms break, and you enjoy a brief feeling of freedom.
You hop over blocks, and climb up levels until you reach the highest point. Suddenly, the archetypical map that's underneath you falls away, and you are stood on thin-air. You watch a colourful blotch as it eludes you in the distance below. You push the floor to get to your feet, softly, and a ripple of a peaceful blue colour is made by your hand; and then you get to feet, looking around the infinity.
You take a step forward expecting land, but your body drops into the surface with a splash, and you're under a heavenly water which immediately sends impulses throughout your mind. All around you appear the hottest clots of colour that overtake your senses, before relaxing, and dispersing in the water.
A grand light appears above you, piercing the surface and shining into the deep; you swim upward and out the water, to then take a deep breath of air. As you focus you see that all around you now is sand, and you're floating in an oasis. A lonely palm tree keeps you cool from the burning Sun, and you use it to hoist yourself upon the dried up land.
You're sat under the palm tree that had helped you up, legs in the sunny blue water. While scanning the horizon your vision takes flight across dunes of sand that seem to go on forever; heat waves radiate from the sands. You decide to get up and walk in effort to find other life.
You're walking away from the palm tree, looking back now and then. You watch the oasis get further and further away, until it's barely in sight. In every direction now is desert, like before, but there is no water. You'd have forgot which way you came from if it wasn't for nearby footprints that didn't get swept away with the wind.
Suddenly, a large explosion sounds behind you, and you turn around to see a red sky with a massive mushroom cloud. Afloat in mid-air some distance away from the cloud of fire, is a silhouette that's like ripped space; it is made sharper by the red and orange behind it.
The figure is travelling at high speeds, teleporting distances ahead of itself, to the far rights and lefts, and after each port, another explosion booms some distance behind him. A flurry of moments later and the figure appears in the air just in front of you, it's poise is as if it's about to attack. You see nothing but red chaos beyond him, when suddenly, he retracts and strikes.
You pull up your guard, as to try and protect yourself from whatever is to come with it's assault, but fortunately, many moments pass where nothing happens. You let down your guard...
To your surprise you find that the desert had altered and it's not how your experience had suggested. Instead of fire and death, you are met with rising mist, and steamy pools of water dotted around the sand, everywhere; there are giant spheres of water commanding the skies, and water-funnels that reach up from the ground and into the clouds.
An explosion of colour that's tipped with animal expressions associated with them, reveals a transparent fairy of human proportions, who seems to love her body, rested in mid-air as to get a sense of herself while the magical imagery fades out with animal noises, becoming skeletons before they vanish.
You think that the scene around her is like the perfect playing card, and she is the ace character. Her eyes open and she scans you, adrift in her greater thought-processes, and to which you are startled. Her sentient beauty looks far more harmonious than your own. and the others you have seen.
Her eyes are abstract; as she blinks a thin layer is left behind that soon soaks into her eyeballs, and then seeps out to join with the streaks of water that line her feminine, blue body, perfectly.
She drops immediately from the air and onto the sand, her hands meet the ground, and her short hair shimmers in the uplift; suddenly the whole area begins to move and twist. She looks up at you, and then disperses with another colourful explosion, however, many essences of colour remain afterward.
The colours move strangely like jellyfish around the nearby area, and strangely they grow in size as they form illusionary events and beings in the environment. You watch one event, and then realize colourful spirits have spread far into the distance; you're turning around rapidly looking at the wonderful display, when suddenly the fairy is in your way, and you are caught off-guard as she says "boo!".
She begins to walk away from you, looking back once with an unordinary confidence. There are no spirits left, but amidst all the illusion the area had generated a flat path, and you follow her along it, watching the current of the outbound rivers that were also formed.
She says as she looks directly forward, "watch", edging her head a little as to eye you. With her gaze, comes forth a lucid red that consumes the atmosphere, and the area starts to move at hyper speed.
The sands crumble under the speed of time, and soil digs up from underneath. When the ground is ready, strands of grass are pulled from it, and it becomes a lush green; valleys, mountains and landscapes of all kind are transitioning into reality.
In the beginning, Lucifer created the Light, and the Light showed him the way through the darkness that lay within, but the darkness that was beyond him, was too great for his Light to conquer; and so he created, through a bloody ritual, Jesus the righteous and Muhammad, the prophet.
Lucifer knew that even they could not make it through the dark, but sent them forth as a final sacrifice, to what end, he knew not of. Each was given half of his Light to hold, leaving Lucifer in the void of himself to watch over them, as they and his Light, showed him the ways.
There soon came a time where the dark overcame their Lights, it forced them to go dim, and the once departed became the lost, each alone, and unknowing the other.
Muhammad threw his Light into the darkness beyond, following his Father's footsteps, but Jesus kept hold of his Light, against his Father's footsteps.
Muhammad was then consumed by the darkness, but Jesus, encircled by the dim light, was saved.
From the depths that lay beyond Jesus had come a mystical force; it caused Jesus to draw in the Light that encircled him; but then, he expulsed with a great Light, and rushed into the darkness...
Star-Crossed
"His darkness is eternal-- his light, nevermore."
The last of mankind, spirited away, to a time that had stopped still.
A time where dreams fade to black, where they are ruled by their nightmares...
There are animal spirits, spirits of nature-- the mean spirited-- the gluttonous, the wrathful; once separated from their vessels, and now lost.
Meaningless moments pass you by.
Your eyes flicker open and shut- you're fatigued.
You don't remember what had happened the night prior, and yesterday weighs on your mind. The back of your head feels scorched by the Sun, and this persuades you to fully open your eyes. When you do, it takes a moment for what's around to come into focus, to then find that you are somewhere else...
You're tied to a chair, in the middle of a prison chamber of four walls, rotted-orange and blood-stained.
You feel a blunt pain on the back of your skull, and thinning lines of blood run every curve and crevice of your face. Your body leans forward and your head tilts down as a flush of blood is splattered across the floor. You realize that you are in critical condition from a wound on your head.
You're looking down at the blood that has formed at your feet and around the legs of the chair, shifting out of focus, when out of the corner of what's left of your vision, you notice the door in front of you start to open, slowly. It lets out an eerie creak sound, and then a strong force pushes it open fully; you look directly up as it revolves and bashes the wall.
It reveals a white-wash hallway. White walls, and a white floor, that you find leads to an unthinkable creature, omnipresent in it's domain in the hall.
You make out a dragon, but the mere thought of this creature fills you with agony and depression; it forces you to look away. You vaguely remember seeing tribal markings on the tender joints of it's fat body; and it's massive tongue. It's stern, but unique, dragons head that's more perverse than all of the others; and not to forget the piercings in it's ears, nose and mouth for added weight.
You feel so close in the memory, close enough to check, but when you do, you find that the dragon has gone, and the hallway is coloured black, of a particular starlight. In the distance, where the dragon once lay, is a man made of pure metal. He is dressed in a way where you cannot tell what it is he is wearing.
You get to your feet after a brief juggle of your arms, to which, the man raises his right arm, and immediately you are knocked backwards to the back of the cell, back to your knees. A voice resounds in your mind; it says "keep thinking"; you find these words more a comfort than an order.
The walls of your cell start to tremble down; they click when they reach ground-level like an ancient machine, and as they do, the whole vicinity is full with electrical colours. You think what's forming beneath you is a coloured, simple map, as if the prison had turned inside out.
You're a glitch in the system, scanning the three-dimensional blueprints. There are floors above and floors below you, as well as the floor you're currently on- it seems like complex of technological-transparent rooms, hallways and stairs.
You walk across the outland of the prison, which you find is more like a laboratory, peering through multiple see-through walls at humans dressed in white garments. Each step you take creates a coloured-ripple on the ground that seep up the walls. There is a cut sound, and the chains that restrict your arms break, and you enjoy a brief feeling of freedom.
You hop over blocks, and climb up levels until you reach the highest point. Suddenly, the archetypical map that's underneath you falls away, and you are stood on thin-air. You watch a colourful blotch as it eludes you in the distance below. You push the floor to get to your feet, softly, and a ripple of a peaceful blue colour is made by your hand; and then you get to feet, looking around the infinity.
You take a step forward expecting land, but your body drops into the surface with a splash, and you're under a heavenly water which immediately sends impulses throughout your mind. All around you appear the hottest clots of colour that overtake your senses, before relaxing, and dispersing in the water.
A grand light appears above you, piercing the surface and shining into the deep; you swim upward and out the water, to then take a deep breath of air. As you focus you see that all around you now is sand, and you're floating in an oasis. A lonely palm tree keeps you cool from the burning Sun, and you use it to hoist yourself upon the dried up land.
You're sat under the palm tree that had helped you up, legs in the sunny blue water. While scanning the horizon your vision takes flight across dunes of sand that seem to go on forever; heat waves radiate from the sands. You decide to get up and walk in effort to find other life.
You're walking away from the palm tree, looking back now and then. You watch the oasis get further and further away, until it's barely in sight. In every direction now is desert, like before, but there is no water. You'd have forgot which way you came from if it wasn't for nearby footprints that didn't get swept away with the wind.
Suddenly, a large explosion sounds behind you, and you turn around to see a red sky with a massive mushroom cloud. Afloat in mid-air some distance away from the cloud of fire, is a silhouette that's like ripped space; it is made sharper by the red and orange behind it.
The figure is travelling at high speeds, teleporting distances ahead of itself, to the far rights and lefts, and after each port, another explosion booms some distance behind him. A flurry of moments later and the figure appears in the air just in front of you, it's poise is as if it's about to attack. You see nothing but red chaos beyond him, when suddenly, he retracts and strikes.
You pull up your guard, as to try and protect yourself from whatever is to come with it's assault, but fortunately, many moments pass where nothing happens. You let down your guard...
To your surprise you find that the desert had altered and it's not how your experience had suggested. Instead of fire and death, you are met with rising mist, and steamy pools of water dotted around the sand, everywhere; there are giant spheres of water commanding the skies, and water-funnels that reach up from the ground and into the clouds.
An explosion of colour that's tipped with animal expressions associated with them, reveals a transparent fairy of human proportions, who seems to love her body, rested in mid-air as to get a sense of herself while the magical imagery fades out with animal noises, becoming skeletons before they vanish.
You think that the scene around her is like the perfect playing card, and she is the ace character. Her eyes open and she scans you, adrift in her greater thought-processes, and to which you are startled. Her sentient beauty looks far more harmonious than your own. and the others you have seen.
Her eyes are abstract; as she blinks a thin layer is left behind that soon soaks into her eyeballs, and then seeps out to join with the streaks of water that line her feminine, blue body, perfectly.
She drops immediately from the air and onto the sand, her hands meet the ground, and her short hair shimmers in the uplift; suddenly the whole area begins to move and twist. She looks up at you, and then disperses with another colourful explosion, however, many essences of colour remain afterward.
The colours move strangely like jellyfish around the nearby area, and strangely they grow in size as they form illusionary events and beings in the environment. You watch one event, and then realize colourful spirits have spread far into the distance; you're turning around rapidly looking at the wonderful display, when suddenly the fairy is in your way, and you are caught off-guard as she says "boo!".
She begins to walk away from you, looking back once with an unordinary confidence. There are no spirits left, but amidst all the illusion the area had generated a flat path, and you follow her along it, watching the current of the outbound rivers that were also formed.
She says as she looks directly forward, "watch", edging her head a little as to eye you. With her gaze, comes forth a lucid red that consumes the atmosphere, and the area starts to move at hyper speed.
The sands crumble under the speed of time, and soil digs up from underneath. When the ground is ready, strands of grass are pulled from it, and it becomes a lush green; valleys, mountains and landscapes of all kind are transitioning into reality.
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