CH 28 - Lingering Thoughts

I take a deep breath as my steps move softly across the sinking abyss. The whispers of the time as it moves across the sky in a lapsing wave.

The blending of the wave of time across the shore lingers through the lives of creatures across many worlds. The essence of life is questioned by the inner planes of existence.

Delicate and vile creatures scurry through the worlds as they each see to the needs of their desires. Their voices raise to the heavens, seeking the blessings of a beast that has long since descended into the depths of the unknown. The animals move, fretting between their lives, looking behind them as they scurry through their lives.

I often wonder about the role played in their lives by the ebb and flow of time. Wondering why some live lives of quiet desperation, never knowing the peace of a single life. The idea that life can be changed, tormented as they express, creeps through their lives. Every life serves a singular purpose of its design.

The delectable experience of the world of infinite thoughts, feelings, and desires exists within the depth of my subconscious. Each life exists as a particular molecule of my soul. Their lives are as infinite as they are uniquely their own. Cells regenerate as they die; all life exists in a single breath.

Each creature exists to serve the pleasure and tormented desire of my wicked mind. The knowledge that they do a singular purpose to fill the needs of a great receiver. Their minds twisted to fit the soft, delicate voice whispered in their ears. Their inner thoughts lead them to places unknown.

The existence they live in is but a single thought. A conscious effort to a greater goal. Do they satiate their own need or serve a greater purpose? This is ultimately determined when they are judged and decided if they are reborn.

Some wait until they die to be considered, while others are too eager to face judgment and enter the unknown depths. To seek a chance to be examined indeed for the lived life.

I take a deep breath, often wondering about the desire for the external examination. I have often believed that the unexamined life was not worth living.

If a creature has a singular purpose, then a measure of peace can be discovered. Those who live for their true meaning are blessed with a new beginning. At the same time, those who lived a cursed life repeat it for eternity until they find their escape.

To relive their deepest regrets across the multiple timelines and existences worldwide. Their concept of reality shifts as their life ebbs and flows in every changing pattern imaginable. When they believe they have found the perfect way to live, their mind captures it as a desire they cannot escape. As the movie of their lives plays in their minds, repeatedly remembering what could have been, they are given back the tatters of what was achieved.

A delicate but tormented balance of the depths of hell and the highs of life. A smile crosses my lips as I wonder what life's desires are. As I watch the pet of a so-called God stand in defiance of her purpose, a soft chuck escapes my lips.

These creatures are shadows of desire, unable to tell what is happening around them. As I approach the young woman, I wonder what her passions are and what can be done to corrupt them.

Unless these delicate creatures kissed by the sun can identify their strength, they will repeat a single tormented life. A torment inflicted upon one of my many sons. To see his lover's face but never see recognition in their eyes.

His suffering is living the same life repeatedly, waiting until he has found the strength to be who he was meant to be. The moment he does, he will choose the correct energy to live. Until then, he merely bounces around as molecules move and influence the world.

Stepping through the village, I watch a creature of the so-called Gods taunt a child. Her shouting and cursing at the young woman are laughable as she tries to break down a beast imbued with hidden power.

An unwavering belief in the very essence of who she is. Like all things, this cannot be accomplished independently as they serve as part of a greater purpose. Seeing what happens with these critters in this lifetime would be a delight.

Quite ironic that the name of the delicate creature I have given my breath to is Zoe. Her term is defined as live, and her presence brings meaning to those around her. I am sure in my own time she will find me. She has shown a desire to explore the darkness of life. Only the evil, the wicked, and the brave taunt the servants of the self-proclaimed Gods.

I click my tongue in my mouth as I whisper a soft command as Zoe's skin erupts in a quiet ultraviolet fire burning across her flesh, destroying the impurities across the meat. Her body spoken for, and once she finds me, it shall be realized. That is if she ever seeks out the monster's presence within.

The desire for life is genuinely unforgettable moments once they are realized. The exchange of power and passion as the pet of the Oracle has been taunting the young woman.

A child of the fates is destined to find her place when the time is right. That is if she lives long enough to find her place. For what she seeks is far darker than what she is running from. Sometimes the darkness that exists within the mind shreds all sense of purpose.

These fickle creatures of existence need to find a place where they belong, where they serve a purpose greater than their own. They exist to keep the body alive. The only question is, will they ever realize it, the human, dragons, succubus, demons, griffins, and so many more? Will these creatures realize their world is in constant fluctuation?

Guided by the hands of their creator and the lapsing waves of time. Only with their service of a shared desire shapes the world around them. In the service of others, they find their purpose, and in sacrifice, they find their strength.

But still, so many live an unexamined life, and thus they exist in the constant limbo of hell as they experience their greatest regrets over and over again. And in a blink of an eye, the creature stands down and walks away from her prize. The sweet Zoe's body is pure and precious as my liking. For, in the end, they all serve a single defining need, mine.