In the beginning, in the vast dark,
an ache began to form.
At first, not enough to spark, just enough to root
The ache was neither lonely nor content.
It simply was.
The ache did not know hunger
Until its vastness tasted consumption.
It was endless space and matter.
It was nothing. It was something
Time and mass ran parallel crossing in secret currents
Until one day, the two drifted in its vibration
Riding the same waves within the void
Perfect asymmetry, is silent as it deafens
Ripples racing, keeping pace with Light's impatience
Eagerly it waited.
Impulsively it watched
Two drifting by in a dance of almost
Inhale
Exhale
Then a humming born in the deep, sent motion
Through the waves, it caused a ripple
Which leaked into an ocean with sheer velocity
Inside a moment, the ache felt a sound;
A wave it could not ignore
A hum indeed. Yes, a name I didn't have before
A name gave meaning to the chase
I've named the nameless dark
I make matter and stillness embrace
A first to transform its emptiness into a door
As I unravel, now I see
I am the two; the two are me
And when we meet, it's such a sight.
From our touch the wave did shatter
Breathing colors and so much more
The first shadow meeting its first light.
When the collapse of the wave occurred, something else happened. Before another moment, the wavelengths imploded inward, and, in every color, sound bled out into the vastness of the void. It passed through like ripples on water. In motion but slowed enough to remember to breathe. A sound emitted from the wave shattered the firmament open. That sound was light and shadows' first embrace. Their dance gives form to the formless. Light curved through shadow; shadow deepened the light. From their movement came rhythm; from rhythm came tone. Tone created the melody of the First Song.
Its verses held motion, not words. Their notes crescendo into language, woven with the threads of understanding. And a tapestry of meaning unfurled. Light, unafraid of the unknown, took shape first. Rising from the reflection of her light, Shadow, an echo beneath her voice, followed in her wake. His touch left shadows where she had cast radiance.
Lysera was not born nor created. She was an event, a happening. Without her, the song ends. She is here through will alone. Light needed Shadow to be seen. Shadow needed her embrace. Together they were motion. Motion with a choice. Their notes saturated the nothing. Until nothing was no more. Stars sparkled where Lysera's laughter touched Arenox's awe. Until Light felt a potential among the darkness. A compulsion to reach out and discover what lies beyond.
Together, Shadow and light sang into the deep. Sending their notes they saw it begins to shape. Coaxing it to life, they dance, leaving their energy in their place. One more note, and it begins to compact. And then, its new shape sent shockwaves through the expanse. And out emerged the Wandering Star. Waking from the echoes of their lovely song. He has a magnetism to him. He soon learns his measure. And when he saw the restless sea of potential shivering within the ether, a desire stirred within him, yearning for connection. With each note, it caught, it quieted more. Then quicker still until it found its perfect alignment. It settled into stillness, becoming the hush before the end.
Together the four traveled the empty, creating solar systems in their wake. No longer wandering along, Hush transformed him into Terralynth, able to create stone and soil where he pleased. With that, Hush has learned her name. Serisyn, singing of transformation and cycles of energy and resonance.
Shadow gave himself the name of Arenox, and Light became Lysera. When Arenox lost form without her near, jealousy gathered when others had her light. He was whole. Complete. And yet he craved her light, the desperate need to be seen.
In his despair, Arenox began his lament, ringing his misery out into the endless deep. He sends his notes out into the emptiness, sinking further within himself. And then, in the stillness between notes, their song found its rhythm shivering beneath the noise. Rising from the ripples, she was not light, nor shadow, nor stone, nor ending, Vaessa was the space between, the pulse that bound them. In her voice was the echo of every star yet to be born.
She appeared not to change how Arenox felt but to let him feel seen again. Empathy given form out of need. Memory for knowledge and respect and the rhythm the notes didn't know they needed. She was the first to teach them to remember. The memory so they could learn from each other and themselves. And for a while, she truly helped Arenox. He felt whole with her, and she felt needed.
But another can only hold us for so long and carry us so far before we must walk alone. Arenox hated being alone. And somewhere, suspended in the dark, the Void was learning something new: hunger. And the most dangerous thing was the realization that this was the first time he was made to feel small.
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