The sadness in the woman’s eyes cleared and she muttered something before we could hear her clearly. Her deep chestnut eyes now seemed far less distractible, attuned and passionate at the vast tan horizon. The ‘pretty vulnerability’ that graced her face before seemed to have shifted to an unwavering fierce gaze that sliced through reality.
A sigh from her, knowing the sense of power rising from her chest. Said power that she had been attempting to master for centuries. A power that she had never exercised before now. But now, those hands touching that great big round belly in a very gentle manner. undefined From time unknown, pursuing, striving, waiting and fighting for 500 years for this day only. She inhaled deeply, her voice low and echoing: “Finally! Five hundred years of waiting — and now, to be able to manipulate space-time as if it were modelling clay!”
Her face brightened up with a small and slow smile on her lips. It was satisfaction and triumph all in one tiny aspect in human desire. She smiled and with her hands she emulated caress across her belly the move was one of love as well as thought. When this movement occurred, the twins that lay in the womb of their mother responded to this movement in a very subtle manner but responded nonetheless in acknowledgement of the fact. ‘You two have given me,’ her voice almost a murmur now, ‘the capacity to metamorphose the principles of physics.’ They are definitely the energies of her unborn progeny. Other factors were that one could influence time and manipulate it, that is to either slow it down, accelerate or even turn back time. The other called the Lord of Spacetime had ability to perform anything due to control of distances and reality bias. The powers were two sides of the same coin, they complemented each other, meaning that while one was negative the other was positive.
“My love,” she said softly, looking up at the sky before she turned to him again. Suddenly, the ice became colder, and then we began to hear howling like that of animals, and then people caught their breaths, waiting for what was to follow. The stuff under her feet, the soil it was made of withdrawn deep into the very sleep of the ground, as if it itself seen and knew what was taking place and cowered in dread of the sheer inevitability of the act. It was night now but the sky remained visible and this time corona of that energy she knew was growing around her started to fade in the edges and whirled. For a moment the whole world was silent and all was expected where she turns next.
Her pregnancy was a sort of a cumbersome burden but she had this gracefulness, which saw her stand up in an elegant manner. Another thing that she ensured not to let escape was her power and, with each step that she took a number of waves flew into the air and hummed over the ground. Even the breeze had gone now and replaced with a howling wind that seemed to claw at the air around her wanting to get in on what was to happen next. She looked straight in front of her fixing her gaze at a single point as far as she could see.
She then sang with a voice full of deep resonance, such that the atmosphere itself groaned, “Law of Time and Space: “Regression!” The world around her starting moving obviously in a matter of seconds. The fairy stood just in front of her, and the space around her looked as disturbed as the surface of a pond which has been splashed by the sprinkling stirred somewhere far away from the main whirl. They continued to expand, to expand more and more and cover more and more territory of the world behind them. The blues, browns and greens in a pot, the sky whishing through the motions and so too did the two grasses on either side of where I was, or wanted to be when my possible dreams could be reality but were not just out of reach but in my sight. It spun and spun and spun even faster and more furiously, drawing into its vacuum the very essence of the locale.
World trembled when the vortex formed which brought with it the ability to tear through matter and energy. The blackness of heaven returned as if a curtain was draped over the world and obscured even more of that material luminosity than the storm clouds. It was so bright that it almost pierced through; a blaring, whiteness that one could see all the colors in the world. But within that light, there were forms which were geometric, reminders of archaic might and the chronicles of time in its virile dance. The symbols manifest were the purist formalism of time and space posturing according to the desire of female incantation that conjured them.
The storm came to a halt and at the center of the storm a separation which was black started to happen with seemingly intent on consuming light. The gap stretched further apart until it erodes the strip to it, a break in reality. There was a raw fringe of the portal as if the fabric spacetime had been torn from itself. But inside such whirling as if turning an endless whirlpool of energy was kept. That place rang out a low, sonorous shudder through the bones.
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The sound was archaic; it was elemental—it was resonant toward the creation’s cacophony. The well glowed with an ethereal light, flipping in unmeasured rhythms to make the very space shake with electrifying currents to distort light in a way which suggested for brief moments the world beyond was rent or briefly winked out of existence. The woman move up to the portal and locked her eyes on to the spinning core. ”It was like the aura was illuminating it”, she said that despite this, she was not afraid in any way. This was the end of centuries.
Thus, she could have this power to turn time back when her beloved was snatched from her, when they dwelled apart, and loved each other fully. The only thing she could feel was her pulse racing in her chest and this was not because of fear. These were beats from anticipation. She wanted just this moment for eternity or as eternity wanted her and in waking up from sleep, she could finally taste it. The portal was pulling her towards as if they were aware that the woman was its owner. Thus, she was quite a symbol of the pulse of life in the topic reflecting the movement within the portal in parallel to her arrival.
Into the whirling there emerged warmer signs, and they opened a sensation which was inside Axur. The light was intensifying, and for a brief moment they were blinded; she saw every little detail of the small room, speckles of dust that glimmered like gold before fading, the severity in her pretty face which echoed in her warm smiling eyes that she was so used to putting on. “Coming for you,” she said softly her voice drowned by the raging storm that was the gateway. “I will see you this time, nothing else. ” She moved one last time and struggled to her feet; and quite literally made her way to the portal. As soon as she came out onto the door, it is immediately clear, and light flashed, sounded loud. I could see her feel the energy of the portal wrap her form as if she was in some sort of cocoon made only of energy.
The manoeuvre of weight brought her closer, dragged at her, strings linked the space-time continuum, and all reality. The sensation was very vivid, a tornado of light and energy around the head, which prevented her from looking at anything else but at the same time, she was very relaxed. That was the time she had always wanted, had always expected, and had always wished for. Transition through the portal was instantaneous, but looking back into the so called space and time feels like a lifetime. To speak more accurately, via the vortex, she was taken through rather chaotic and disordered sets of time and space, occasional snapshots of a reality that can remind of stills referring to before and after, now and then – mushy and rather close to something that was a mixture of might-have-beens.
Before her all the history of the entire world unfolded in the form of the birth of stars and their death and different civilizations that emerged and died within the blink of an eye. These faces, these voices she heard or rather sensed close to her, everything was a piece of the fabric in which each served the purpose of a thread in one way or the other. But as the months went on she had one idea, a churning idea. It was herself going to him, the other Her in that Other Moment they would have been divided. She would undo all that, and write the script of their existence in such a way that they were still connected with each fibre.
Upon leaving this vortex there are all sorts of syzmorphs created as things start to merge. The spinning colors and lights stopped spinning and began to go out and the last thing that was visible was the grounds that they had last been to together. The portal placed her lightly on the earth and energy dispersed into nothingness, until it dissipated and left her alone in the soil of the world that was lost when Things were still Fine When Everything Was Whole and so was Her Heart. What’s more interesting is that these two places were the same, yet, they were different. The grass was greener than the artificial turf FieldTurf, the sky was clearer than a television screen, and most of all music was resonating in the atmosphere. However, more than anything else, she felt his existence.
He was present during that particular time at the said place. And she understood that she is experiencing him as blatantly as one can experience one’s own life. She turned herself around; she could feel the rhythm in her chest acting as a friction, and even fear only produces the same kind of excitement. But it heard her, and she also knew better because, time is weak. It fractured with only the finest crack, and then it further became almost unpredictable what would take place. But she was too emotional that she can’t back out from the situation anymore. She would ensure that she would look for him possibly a sighting or camping and both of them would stick together at all times. The woman took a deep and long breath in anticipation of what was to come next. At this moment she distorted the real and space for the ‘alive’ making a way for those who could barely know whether they belonged to that category or not. When she stepped into the future existence for the first time and as she sensed it in her bones, nobody could keep her back.