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Time Traveler
I've seen her before, standing in the way of my sanity. A flash of immense light explodes in front of me. My spine tingles and my bones grow cold. My nerves rattle, like the warning of a rattlesnake. I stand in this sudden abyss, on the edge of eternity and the beginning of humanity. I can see the vast waters that divide the waters from the waters.
I see the churning of the lava that flows from the mouth of the creator. I witness the fire that melts the core and spindles the fabric of reason. I perceive precipitation forming in the vast clouds that stretch the imagination. I stand naked at the precipice of mankind. Suddenly, she flashes past me. Her radiance blinds me and I fall to her feet.
In slow motion, I begin to descend the abyss and then I pick up speed. I'm tumbling through the vastness of cosmic dust. How can I be in two places at the same time? I was in bed when the night started. Then, in an instant, I'm standing at the beginning of light, at the point of the principality. Here I stand. Bound to me are sadness, fear and utter desperation.
I look down and I see nothingness laughing at me, mocking me, intriguing me with many unasked questions. An unseen force pushes me forward. My heart races with apprehension. I want to leave this place, but I’m paralyzed. I cannot find my bearings. I am blinded by the constant darkness that engulfs me.
I am back to the top. I’m still at the brink of ignorance, yet I have not fallen. I am suspended by invisible strings. I am being held above the sheer drop. My toes are barely hanging on to the ledge. I feel the ground beneath my feet slowly slipping away. My wings are unfolding, like a mechanical contraption loaned to me. My wings aim high at the crimson sky, before I take the plunge.
Pinkish are my unfolding wings. They are as thin as paper, veined, like wings of fruit bats. A yellow-orange glow filters through them. They lift me up. The sound is horrifying. I begin to descend again. I separate from the ledge. I am hoisted in the putrid air by a series of strings. Hands emerge from the darkness, trying to pull me down into perdition.
I must awake. I must escape this hellish place. I must get away. My nails are elongating, retracting, like those of a wild cat. I try to wipe the sweat off of my face, but I forget about my nails. I have injured my face. A gash has been opened and blood spews from my wound. The blood congeals into mortal sin. The blood precipitates to the abyss.
I'm traveling unimpeded through space and time. I move faster and faster through dense, dark matter. I’m moving faster than the speed of light. To my left, Orion’s Belt glistens. The Cat's Eye Nebula winks at me from a distance. The great Hunter looms large up above. It is hot in this miserable place. Then bitter cold hits me all at once. I see red giants imploding and turning into white dwarfs. Comets are being stripped of their icy tails.
Planets are being born in the distance. Gigantic explosions send me reeling through one side of the cosmos. Another big bang pushes me back. My ears are bleeding profusely and my brain explodes into continents. Comets are hissing past me, as Jupiter's tug grabs them and lures them in. In an instant, Jupiter swallows them. I'm reaching my habitat now.
My skin is separating and folding onto itself. My eyes are open now. I'm back to the beginning. I feel Earth’s gravity taking hold of me. I enter Earth’s atmosphere and the heat is burning me to a crisp. The clouds are bathing me with their silky softness and the sun welcomes me with much fanfare.
I see the light. I see the fragile light bulb, the light bulb in the center of my ceiling. I can see it clearly, piercing my mind and burning my eyes. A black figure appears in front of me. She is contrasting the light. I see her eyes, deep and dark, like space itself. They pierce my existence and blind me judgment.
I’ve seen her before, wide-eyed and agile, grayish in complexion and smiling without expression. I don’t know her name, but I ask nonetheless. She does not answer me. Then I hear her voice, like a whisper in the distance, a voice that numbs my senses. She doesn't move her lips when she speaks, but she confirms our union. Her mind is connected to mine.
Her soul has joined mine. She stoops over my bed and looks into my eyes. I can’t move, nor do I want to. She burns a message in the recess of my mind.
She leaps back into space, into the dark abyss, where she came from. She begs me not to forget our travels, to question the impossible and to dream every night. She urges me to look at the bright night's sky and count the stars that twinkle, then and only then, will I understand that life is not what is seems. Then and only then, will I see the darkness in a new light.
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