Again and Again

Your story really beau­ti­ful for some rea­son it reminded me of this story I wrote bit back about ‘Dreamwalker” the first one and being lost in dark­ness of the abyss.

It’s not as sen­sual as yours but I hope you don’t mind me post­ing it here its also posted on blog site for Shad­owy Reflec­tions of Life, Thoughts of Dagon X

First Trav­els of Souls, First Dreamwalker

In begin­ning there was only dark­ness, in the void noth­ing existed except for one soul.

He floated in the noth­ing­ness, drift­ing in the great void he existed in noth­ing­ness yet he existed.

He dreamed of noth­ing­ness, he felt noth­ing, except pon­der­ing that he existed.

He closed his eyes tightly and imag­ine what if there was more then nothingness.

What if there some­thing in dark void he existed per­haps even spark light.

And then he closed his eyes tightly imag­ined small sphere of light, soon he was cre­at­ing all sorts of shades and hues of col­ored spheres.

They dance across the void, rolled up and down against his noth­ing but some­thing form, tick­ling and teas­ing, twirling and vibrat­ing, split­ting them­selves in two, form unusual shapes, light dis­plays, flick­ers and dis­plays to amuse the Mas­ter of the void.

Even­tu­ally the Mas­ter grew bored of spheres, he desired more, dream of some­thing more as he closed his eyes and imag­ined some­thing more.

He asked him­self, “What if there some­one like myself I could sit in the dark­ness of this void? Per­haps if I had child where we could cre­ate new things together, some­one I could teach and tell great sto­ries of the void, some­one to hold, per­haps my own son or copy some­one sim­i­lar to myself? What would he look like?”

And then he closed his eyes imag­ined with all his strength and forces of cre­ation what that would look like, what it would look like to have his own child or dupli­cate of him­self. He imag­ined his child being grow­ing inside, mir­ror image of him­self, his soul form­ing as bits and pieces of him­self tore off to form this new being.

It was long process but finally pieces came together, he had cre­ated his child and began to give birth.

This was sec­ond Dreamwalker. And they cre­ated many things, new worlds, new crea­tures, new beings, expe­ri­ence many things together over eons, except one day the sec­ond said, “Father, I need to won­der off and cre­ate things now by myself, I must go now.”

And the Mas­ter of void weep and pleaded that his son not go but his son left van­ished and has never returned since

The Mas­ter of void searches night after night look­ing in dreams and souls of oth­ers for his lost son but he doesn’t not see him, And his soul weeps eter­nally for he doesn’t see his son, his son doesn’t not hear his calls.

And that is what is left in void, noth­ing exist in the dark­ness is sad­ness and suf­fer­ing, as searches night after night in dark­ness of void until con­vinces him­self there is no hope, only betrayal and mistrust.

There one thing in dark­ness he doesn’t see, too caught up in suf­fer­ing to truly see it so he bares no mind to it.

It’s voice in dark­ness that says I exist even though I am noth­ing. This is his son, he really never truly left, only the Mas­ter of the void in his pain and agony has been blinded to see, he thinks he is alone but he is not.

It’s all just a illu­sion he has cre­ated but he has for­got­ten he cre­ated every­thing he sees, hears and feels around him.

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