The light did not fade but it was neither blinding nor glaring to the eyes. The brilliance slowly filling the body and stipping away all the loose "skin" that had started peeling of when it left the shell, even dirt on its bare feet was falling away. The light then was working its way into the body of the figure and it made the figure feel lighter and lighter, until eventually the figure was floating a little off the ground.

The voice returned, this time with a bit of a chipper tone. "You may feel a little discomfort but it is time for us all to meet."

And the figure's body began to float away from the hole in the mountain and started to pick up speed. The wind did not hit it as the pillar of light became a large teardrop shape that covered the figure as the voice was speaking and was flying through the sky as the ground speed off from under it. A see of green with an occasional blue, brown, yellow and grey spots were also zipping in and out of view but they were all mere smudges below.

The ground then disappeared, giving way to a vast blue and slowly other tears of light were coming into view. As the tears came closer to one another they also began to climb higher and higher and they took up a circle formation as they swiftly spiralled into the clouds. Yet higher and higher they continued and the clouds were left far below them and the blue of the sky grew darker as it gave way to bleakness of the void.

The figure tried to see what others were inside the tears but the view was obstructed by the brilliance it gave off. This just sparked curiosity as the thoughts came of what could be the reason for all of this to be happining yet worry and fear was the least of the things that came to mind as the radiance each tear exuded was both comforting and calming.

The figure then trained its gaze forward still in "calm wondering" when a sudden shift in feeling came, like that of a ripple on the surface of a body of water. It was as if time had stopped and there was neither up nor down, no hot nor cold, all that could be felt was a sense of being, just being there. Then the awarenes of the other 8 presences near by came and it realized that it was now sitting with the other tears around it and the light receeding.

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The others became visible and the figure looked around, taking in the forms of those it was with as another thought donned on the figure. It was now seated. But what was it sitting on? So it looked down only to find nothing but the same light that covered it in a pillar and then a "tear" before, a light that now stretched throughout the whole space it was in. Looking at the expression of the others it saw the similar thoughts and realizations coming forth from the company it was with.

All the of them started to make a motion to speak, moving their respective mouths and lips, or lack there of, only for them to discovered that no words nor sounds were being produced. A short panic insued but was quickly calmed as their thoughts were being directed into the center of their circle.

"Greetings progenitors. Welcome to your new abode, you may call it Haven." the voice said is the sound was coming from a form similar yet diffent to all of them as it was basically featureless. "I am but a consciousness of this space and a guide to allow you to adjust and now of why you are here." the voice continued. "The world you were in is but a clean slate, though not entirely barren as you have observed. There is only a most basic forms of flora and fauna that lives on its surface, kinds which are no taller than a leg and some so miniscule for naked eye to see, yet that is not part of the point."

"The purpose of you all being here is simple, a clean slate is there to be filled, and you are the ones to fill it."

the voice declared.

"All of you will be granted power and the unlocked knowledge to be able to use this power. You are then to "release" in unto the world until all of it is expended. And at the point of expending its entirety you will be returned to places you first gained consciousness. Now then, it is best that you begin." the voice ended

As the voice ended speaking, knowledge came rushing into the figures mind, its thinking changed and it looked around to all those in attendance and then found out that all of the others' gazes now shone with and intelligence that wasn't there previously. The feeling of the "shift" came as pillars of light were covering all the forms that were present.

A ripple radiated from it and then it was then returned to a familliar secne, the mountain it had come from so it decided to look at where it came from and then inspected to shell and the "things" that were across it.

A story unfolded into its mind as it absorbed all to meanings that the scribble actually had and then it floated out up to the green peak of the mountain and released its power with a single word "Life."