Nov 23 (edited) • Nursery
A Curious Descent
We have left Mother and departed from the safety of Home to journey into the unknown.
She is curious. Curious about the things and wonders She sees below.
She wonders how they came to be, and when … and why.
Are they a blight? An infection? .......... Or are they something more?
But Mother cannot descend to investigate for Herself.
Her glory would end theirs, and She does not wish that.
So we go in Her stead.
We are Her child. Her light to the unknown. Her doorway to the wonders about us.
We are Stormfire.
From our high perch we drift downward, marveling at the beauty around us.
How dust and stone have melded and merged into so many countless and wonderous shapes.
Huge, ponderous chunks flow slowly by, intent on .... nothing it would seem.
Little lost ones zip about gleefully, dancing and sparkling in the wind.
Ah, the symmetry of it all … spheres of wonder circling in joy, bathed in Mother’s glory.
We marvel at how light scatters across the emptiness, painting rock and stone in shifting hues.
Such a delight to behold.
Mother will love this.
We see movement below and pause, uncertain of their intent.
Many different things… some faintly like us, others vastly different.
Fragile shapes, as though they might topple and shatter in the slightest breeze.
Yet they cluster, they separate, they cluster again — a ballet that makes no sense,
and yet somehow seems to.
How do they move upon such fragile appendages?
Surely they must injure themselves.
But no — some dart quickly, while others wobble and teeter, leaning upon dead things.
It is a wonder, how they live among so many dead things.
We will learn, for Mother.
She will be pleased with Her daughter.
For now, we sit and watch.
We listen to the odd chirping noises they make.
When the time is right, we will make our presence known.
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A Curious Descent
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