Rose Blumen ~

(Aïsshean)

Most things from human past had long left my mind.

Along with the last sights of earth and ground I would ever see, all that was left behind me looked like an empty chasm.

Maybe the world already had begun falling toward final demise.

I wanted still to believe in our purpose and whatever shapes of understanding we still had in our promise.

Even if we had lost sight of each other.

I climbed, still pulled onward by these wavering lights. This uneven fountain of which glow turned to tears behind. And this endless rain bloomed spores in the air and over the land, but also dislocated most unprepared cells.

I felt as if an eternity had passed. That I had been forever pulled toward this place and what was hidden behind. The horizon sights vanished, as I continued to climb that short but immense kilometre of a dangling cliff anchored to the flying plateau.

The higher I went, the lighter felt my weight. My thoughts growing fuzzy, I was rushing to reach this ledge.

My sister I still carried was now managing to whisper back some words in my head; but I barely could make sense of them. They felt foreign now. I felt estranged to my own native tongue, the further I delved toward the truth of this place.

We all devolved together, trying to reach the stars.

My thoughts wandered in less coherent patterns, still grasping onto anything. Still hoping.

And while I was in a daze, meanwhile...

My hand stained the edge.

I pulled myself above.

Soon all my limbs crawled onto the surface of the floating palace.

~

I was feeling out of myself.

What my flesh had become may be mostly vaporous now, but all liquids felt as if they were beginning to boil.

This place is under constant storm, not of thunder and rain, but cosmic rays perhaps. That's how this deep sensation of burning now feels. The challenges to remain whole and alive on the ground are tenfold as harsh over here.

Parts of my organism rapidly notice some patterns of pseudo biology that seem unfazed and I might be able to rely on.

An organisation away from traditional cells and old biology appear far more adapted here. It frightens me. But chemical reactions are easier to do, both in good and bad ways, when there is more energy.

On some cellular instinctive levels, my body now wants to transform entirely to insure more adjusted and reliable integrity... Or to seize the opportunity wildly, in instincts jeopardizing my integrity.

It feels like a final bargain to abandon all hope of humanity in me, and I'm feeling afraid.

I could feel my self about to die, and wondering about what was right or best.

For now I thought, I want first to meet the true nature of this place.

I need to know...

I stepped unsteadily forward, dripping droplets of blood that dried instantly as they hit the ground.

The esplanade was as white as a cloud palace could be, wide and prim, immaculate looking.

Partially because the level of energy from photons or otherwise constantly bombarding this place were washing it from anything and everything that might have coloured it, constantly.

This felt as if a solar beam had been tightened as a weapon to blast anything that would ever try to walk this place.

A weapon...

I dragged my attacked flesh toward the wider shape loosely evocative of a building that stood ahead.

They were hazy in this cloudy heat and blinding light, but these hollow and high shapes were drawing what appeared to be medieval looking towers to me.

A castle maybe was a fitting description I thought again.

All I needed to find now were graves, to feel that something fitting had come to its rightful end.

Under that bombarding light, some thoughts now coursing through my head were no longer mine.

Aïssheas I still held on appeared spared and relatively fine in her new solid state now.

I headed as rapidly as I could inside this main building with open mouth in front of me.

I could hear the glow shrieking and crying from further inside.

~

I entered abandoned great halls, and then shifting corridors, losing balance and perhaps perspective, if not gravitational direction even, a great many times.

I lost my way along the inner veins of this crucible.

My ascent and now this dive inside, they twisted what parts still could be damaged from my mind.

With the little daydream of awareness that was still mine, I crawled closer to the source.

Slipping. Fighting off cloudy memories.

Following footsteps that weren't mine.

Toward the broken answer to all.

Behind me, blood was left to shine into dry crystals rapidly eroding and vanishing into the walls. I'm feeding the walls...

I heard the cries of this man.

His memories now sharp nails passing through my blurry mind.

I dragged my scraggy leftovers possibly already past any chance of salvation, but I wanted to know. I wanted to see.

Other ghosts passed right through me, as memories lingered through these walls or through this flow of light, better than I could in me.

This place was haunted by its collected past, whether it was recent or ages by.

I was reached out unwillingly by these echoes of tragedies still lurking and bouncing around this place, as I reached the sanctuary.

I entered a circular room with the end floating inside.

The source of destruction stood between a few odd looking pillars. Darkened statues, below a dome stained as if it was showing patches of sky.

I made a few steps inside, facing the entire source unfiltered by walls or foreign memories.

Maybe a second at best, of brutal exposure, to make some awareness return to me.

I felt as if I just woke up, now contemplating the sun, burning through my eyes.

I recovered some of my senses as I stood there, willing and wishing to understand.

I ran away as the answers burnt inside.

~

I began vomiting more dark fluids soon turning to dust as I tried to find my way through the maze.

The reality and answers had been made so obvious to me, from long before I stepped inside.

Maybe I could help, most likely I wouldn't. Some of the upper flows of light might eventually fade, but the source will not. Never.

I knew some answers now, and they didn't reassure my vanishing sense of cognition.

The origin and meaning of these things, I could now make informed guesses about them. Even further about what they had caused on that fateful day on Earth.

~