Orikka had been experimenting with their abilities, something they had neglected with Nevah’s birth. They had originally found themselves able to interact with the fabric of the universe in a very intimate way, slipping between dimensions into a higher level one, time, it seemed, when Nevah interrupted. ‘What are you doing?’ they asked, curious. ‘Can you see me when I do this?’ Orikka asked, pleased that they could share this too, with their beloved child. ‘Yes, but you look strange, faint, as if you are not quite there. And I can only see you if I look beyond time. How strange,’ Nevah replied, watching their parent carefully. Orikka often took this form when they visited the ringed planet, not willing to disturb the inhabitants. Observe but not interact.
They had discovered this ability by accident a long time ago, when the universe was much younger and time moved much slower. They had been accelerating and punched right through spacetime. The action had startled them, revealing a slew of new properties about the world around them. They could actually see time, see events looping, moments of high importance cycling with more intensity, the gravity of them somehow more pronounced.
‘Would you like to try?’ Orikka offered, reaching out to offer assistance to the younger being. Nevah hesitated before accepting, stepping into the dimension carefully, as if they were sure they would be successful. ‘Oh, oh wow,’ Nevah whispered, wonderingly as they observed the flow of time around them, watching stars be born, die, and then do it all over again. ‘They seem to be coming into focus when they die, on this side of time, how strange. Orikka watched on, as their child explored this new reality. ‘I wonder, what does your earth look like? Is it the same for the creatures there, those that have a different sort of life?’ Orikka was delighted with this newfound interest in their hobby, ‘come see!’
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They circled the planet in the soul dimension, alighting invisibly to the beings there. ‘Hm,’ Nevah murmured, walking among the living. ‘I think I expected them to be different, somehow,’ Nevah said, observing the cycle of life through time, watching the flow and flux. ‘So much of life is simply creative reinterpretations of the same things, but it is still marvelous to see, perfect as it is.’ Nevah hummed, apparently less impressed. But then for Nevah to even visit the earth was an accomplishment.
‘The sanctity of our home still astonishes more,’ they finally said, indicating their disinterest and signaling their desire to depart. Orikka sighed slightly, it had been nice to share this together, even if just for a short time.
‘What do you think happens to the dissipated souls,’ Nevah asked later. Orikka paused, thinking, ‘perhaps they contribute to the energy-fluid or energy-field, a sort of quinessence? Or it persists in some sort of superstate, they must go somewhere, though, they can’t just disappear. Nevah’s stars flickered, affirming, ‘either way, their energy lingers, they seem to lose their physical anchor with their death, but what makes them, whatever intangible soul-energy they are at their core seems at some point to disperse. Perhaps it forms new beings? If it disperses it makes sense that it would recondense later, a sort of balancing equation.’ Orikka considered this hypothesis thoughtfully, it was certainly a beautiful type of symmetry, if it was true.