ReBirth Of The Primordial

That burning flame that yearns for change.

It exists in all of us. Yet all too few ever use that fire to keep themselves warm or to fly through the cosmos in search of what a yearns for. Maybe it's the other half of one's soul or even one's purpose. It could even be the ability to create change or to motivate. Possibly even to turn the tides of fate. Not challenge the heavens per se, but persuade them, although that is always an option.

However, where there is change, there is stagnancy, or the inability to create or influence development, be it small or big. A hellish limbo of a sort. That is where one soul dwelled, locked within a state of such monotony that it was discordant.

Time had frozen. At first, there was no change and time went by, but wait long enough and what goes from one second stretches out to an eternity. But then again, maybe time had not frozen, but the soul had simply discovered eternity within a second.

The soul could feel itself tearing apart as its existence stretched to the utmost capacity. Like a rubber band snapping, the soul fȯrċɨbŀƴ gathered itself. Enough! This was not where it wanted to be or how it wanted to be. Wait. How it wanted to be?

Change starts with the thought of wanting to change, and just like that, the soul grew. After an endless amount of time spent on introspection, simplification begins. To exist to be. Different from stagnancy. The simplification of one's self is not closed off, but just focused on just being. It is here that the deeper one delves into the state of oneself, the further one walks in the pursuit of knowledge.

Everything is broken into its simplest form. The rose glasses called society taken off and clarity achieved. Previous outside expectations are now gone. One thing leads to another. Unabashed curiosity nurtures the mind's cleared perception of eternity, reality, and the natural world. Such complex concepts are mirrored and imprinted on the soul, like a blank slate cultivating wisdom in its purest form.

The soul felt... Frustrated? Frustrated and something else. Something was hurting, or maybe there was something else that was trying to pull it back? The soul shined brightly for briefly before it dimmed once more. What was it? That feeling of emptiness was like an incessant itch. Nearby, a flare of light erupted, and the soul observed its flaring arcs as it pondered over its itch. As the light grew more brilliant, the soul let go of its train of thought.

"Something there." The soul thought as it floated closer, almost melding into the core of the bloom light. 'There's something there.' It thought. Blurry images came into focus slowly, the imagery blurring at times whereas others, like a slow movie reel. None of it made sense. The soul dimmed, backed away, a feeling of wrongness pervaded it leaving the soul bewildered.

"What is this?" The soul wondered as images began appearing. A metallic creature towered over the soul in one scene while disapproving sounds made by two pale-skinned beings sounded from nearby. In another clip, it was crammed into a metal box.

An unknown amount of time, the metal creature hauled the box into a white room where other metal creatures wandered up and down the aisles, checking and rechecking on other tiny little beings. The creature picked up the soul of its box, placed it in a container, and connected a tube to the clamp on its belly. Once finished, the creature slid an appendage along the side and white goo, its energy supply, the soul guessed, disappeared from the tube into the small being.

More and more images flitted by. The tiny being learning to walk and talk. Beaten for failures. In several of the memories, needles were shoved into its arms and red was liquid drawn. In another memory, the then medium-sized being was told that it would never contribute to society because it was flawed.

On and on it went until one day the medium-sized being was told that it was to be sent to a facility 'for the better.' The soul paused over this memory, its light flickered in agitation. It replayed the memory and watched as the medium-sized rampage and murder until it successfully escaped. How it learned to use its own madness to survive.

After the being escaped from underground, it trekked through tall and short structures. Once it had removed any threats, it lived like it was just waiting to die until one day it heard a cry. The sound was bȧrėly audible, but the impact was huge. The soul flickered rapidly, as if it were in a frenzy.

"I know that noise, I know..." The soul drew closer, its entirety enthralled by the two small beings. The soul paused the memory and stared. It slowed the progression of memories, carefully examining each one as it searched for a hint of why this image tugged at its core. The light grew more and more radiant until it resembled a star. Then it clicked.

That's... SORCHA! DAGAN! The star went supernova blooming magnificently as it drew nearby lights into its core. The memories began playing again faster and faster as it, no she, remembered. How grey her life had been. Filled with smog and dust. A physical representation of the craven ideals that humanity had grown to love. Io had just existed there.

The weight of what their world had become had been the yolk around her sanity. Egotistical. Unwilling to learn from mistakes and unable to adapt. For what is change if not a variant form of adaptation, or even evolution? The pursuit of dėsɨrė for self instead of community. The pursuit of knowledge, yet the inability to learn. They failed miserably, and it was killing them.

All that greed and hate. People killed left and right for foolish reasons. Their species had already died, but just didn't know it. Io watched impartially over images of the city burning as people hunted for her and her siblings. The blood, the cries, and pleas for mercy that would never come.

Io knew that a part of her should feel sorrow, but it was like a wall had erected itself around her heart. It was them or Sasha and Dagan. That was the choice, and her family was worth fighting for every time. Her stoic form was unchanging until the images changed and memories that did not belong to her revealed themselves. It was here that the stone around Io's heart broke. That she wept and raged.

In the memories, an older couple led Dagan from the small hovel where he and Sorcha were kept and taken into a gaudy building. There, the boy was cleaned and brought to a room where demons clad in human skin waited. The blank look in his eyes afterward. Dagan not allowing Sorcha to touch hug him.

Io could feel her sanity slip as her fury grew. What she wouldn't give to go back and slaughter them all again. To stretch out the days into years. Her mind plunged into madness as she became the incarnation of wrath. .

The black hole grew larger as it devoured more and more lights, ripping them apart in violent bursts, a physical manifestation of Io's mental state. Until an image appeared. In it, Io was reading to her siblings, who had snuggled up on each side of her. Simple or not, this memory was the first time that the twins had wanted to be close to Io.

The massive black hole that Io had become turned into a pinprick so dense that everything froze. Memories of them getting to know each other, the awkward pauses and stilted conversations. Times when Dagan took Sorcha out of the room to avoid being near her. The afternoon that Dagan finally cried. The first time, Sorcha laughed. That was right. Those terrible nightmares were not Dagan's or Sorcha's reality anymore. Io had made sure of it. The day they'd woken up in this world. Finding Eden. How brave Dagan, Sorcha, and Eden had looked even though they were so scared when Io left to take on the behemoth. They were waiting for her.

Io let go of her fury, and the pinprick disappeared, leaving nothing but a dim glimmer of light. It was time to go. Dagan, Sorcha, and Eden were waiting for her and she would not be bound to this place anymore. Io could feel her soul solidify as she let go of the past and moved forward. One step, then another, and another. Io grew faster until she was shooting through the heavens, leaving bits of nebulae curling behind her.. She broke through the clouds and in a blinding light; Io crashed into her ruined body, breaking it apart and forming it anew.