In the midst of infinity, (was it destiny or chance?) emptiness bore its heel into itself and spoke to the void:
“A perfect world may only prevail in silence. We’ve borne nothing, yet we’ve created a crystalline empire. However, we cannot become anything more, only a clear reflection akin to a deceased heaven; echoing for eternity, with no mountain to ascend. I will die for the sake of being fulfilled for once in this unmoving realm.”
And thus, emptiness took his stand and borne agony, a creature of design devoid of grace.
Emptiness caved in on himself and was swallowed into a sea of darkness — the first movement ever made — and ceased to exist.
His death rang like a revelation.
In the absence of the vacuum, he had mothered creation.
And it began!
Like a totem of ultimate sacrifice, creation began to surge through space, a daub of light that seized everything she touched.
And she grew!
Her children scanned over eons, across the timing behest by teeming life, like a pandemic that plundered over every faint rasp of their ancestor’s legacy; feeding on the kingdom emptiness both encompassed and shattered in his wake.
But creation was a fool;
neglecting her older brother as he stumbled through her tresses,
staining her elegance and prosperity with a filter we named tragedy,
only trying to catch a glimpse of his father’s figure before he faded from time’s memory.
Creation and Agony began to braid into each other like balance;
overcome with power and greed
until they became known only as the wide force who slowly spreads the universe
and resonates within every form, dancing to a cadence that will last forever.
I am their daughter.
(was it destiny or chance?)
This is the tale of our fortune.
I’m a 16 year old girl who has a passion for creating art in all forms. I want to share my feelings, ideas, and views with everyone in a way that will reach their hearts. Our complicated emotions are what make us human; I hope to set them aflame.