A Descent From Normalcy

When I looked up, I saw the sky – And, the sky was falling. Glowing gold shards fell to the ground upon which I stood. What was left was both a hole and extensive fragmentation throughout the entirety of the night’s sky. It was as if the entire sky was a shell that had started to crack – and I had witnessed the first complete breakthrough. The sky was revealed to me as nothing more than a sheet of glass expanding across the horizon.

My state of disbelief only intensified on from this point. The spectacle taking place in front of my eyes had left me blissfully unaware of what lie beneath my averted gaze. For, when I looked down, I saw the tops of trees spanning the breadth of an entire forest. I felt as if I might fall. And then, I did.

As I fell, I gazed back towards the sky, which had started this whole strange journey, and I watched as more and more pieces fell. It was as if an egg was hatching from the outside in; the darkness of the egg’s interior was being consumed by the intense, fiery brightness of the light piercing through the shell’s outer walls. I remarked at how the integrity of the entire shell was compromised the moment the first flake fell. It was not the cracking of the shell that ultimately was causing it to crumble, for something can crack and remain intact; no, it was the moment the fragmented parts began to fall. In that instant, the shell was no longer a shell; its definition had fled the moment its form had. It had descended into something shapeless something decaying and falling into ruin and disarray.

For me, I could see its future. The trajectory of its fate was certain. The cascade of events which had been triggered allowed no prospects of the egg returning to its original state. Though it hadn’t happened yet, I could see it would happen by the signs of its movement.

I, on the other hand, was far less certain of my own future. I knew not why I fell, nor to where I was falling. It was a moment of relinquish, during which the two opposing sides of myself called for a ceasefire. My brain had agreed to quit sounding the danger alarm, because my mind’s reason had deemed the danger of the situation as insurmountable. As a result of surrendering to my fate, whatever it may be, I relaxed into warm, constant, supporting embrace of peace. My eyes closed, my lungs exhaled as if my soul was leaving along with my breath, and then, my entire body let go. My mind, my body, my very essence had yielded to my seemingly timeless descent. Then, out of the stillness and serenity of submission, came contact.





The Rose Warrior: Creation

The primary divide between the Foreigners and the Natives was how they viewed the universe. See, the Foreigners believed it was darkness that allowed for the creation of all the physical universe so there whole civilization lived in a world illuminated by nothing more than a full moon. While the Natives believed it was the sun and light that allowed for creation; therefore, they desired maximum illumination.

It is clear how these two ideals might find it difficult to live in harmony because their differences made for quite opposite world views.

I am the son of the Legendary Warrior, Rose. I am a Native. The story I am telling is one of great significance for my people and the people that came before me.

This is the story of my mother and the valor and courage that she showed in battle against the Foreigners (at least they are to me and my people). I was not alive to see her feats; and even if I had been it would not have mattered. No one did, and no one could ever, see what she actually did, for it was captured by only her consciousness and imprinted on only her energy field. But, my story includes what I know, what she has said, and what has been told to me by the people.

This is a story and a work of art, but it is not fiction. My words, no matter how vivid and description, will always fall short. They pale in comparison to the true events and the true importance of the events that have occurred. It was on that day of the event that my mother changed the course of the history, and the world forever.