Rose Blumen ~

(Aïsshean)

As I focused on holding together whatever Aïssheas was turning into, I forgot about our more pious one.

Maybe a new and virtuous god will rise in the north from all this, as she began to wish and believe.

But I first needed to reach this place floating by...

All that Azzie had ever been, it mostly disaggregated before me, flushing out everything superfluous, turning what made her mind into heavier fluids between my hands.

Other of these floating sparkles and hues of glows continued their dance around her solidifying materials and me.

Smaller biological events and spontaneous reactions were straying and scattering across these western lands.

The random drift had brought us to these very western lands, and now it seemed to return toward a northern trail.

I had to move on, before losing its swaying chains again.

Aïssheas knew it, and despite her bodily death, chose to continue accompanying me anyway.

Another kind of monstrous organisation had risen instead of her flesh.

She had lost most of her awareness as she transformed what was left of her into a more mineral object.

Her last impulse turned her into something I couldn't any longer define as living on biochemical terms.

Her corpse condensed into a solid structure of molten rock or metal, crystallising.

In that misty day she died, and another form of existence really took her place, or what was left of it.

I picked up this uneven but solidified shape, and kept it like a heavy walking stick.

Our senses were numb, and now the echoing thoughts from her mind had really dimmed a lot. She sounded far. As a haunting revenant, some side of her remained in there.

Maybe this wasn't yet her complete end. Ghosts now might remain.

So I didn't leave her behind and carried her along.

I felt her electric and thermic oscillations coursing through my hands as if telling me she was sleepy, but still somewhere deep in there.

I turned darker and even less human, my flesh ever changing, but I held onto her.

I resumed coursing through this colder land.

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The mountains were beautiful in different times. Now I mostly ran after the rock piece of cave ceiling obscuring a part of the sky. I ran after its transparent anchors with my dehumanised body. They were at times ploughing through the ground, from the end of their immense and equally transparent chains.

I was still falling onward, between surprised people regrouping around for the same off but hopeful journey, gathering in this white cloud's wake. They saw me running ahead of them in gasping surprise.

Somewhere in my freezing mind, it's still hopeful noticing so many humans still coming together to continue living and rebuild societies. You can't that easily kill humanity.

After the tragedy, most likely spreading rather evenly the chances of survival, now humanity was with good instincts in gathering in pockets and new cities, to help each other live on.

It was heart-warming to notice, even from my distance, these social instincts still working. I will do my very best so that humanity is not the last intelligence species, and that another event won't come to end it.

I felt myself flowing more than running, always changing but growing better at riding these colliding winds.

It was an array of new sensations and perceptions also coursing through me entirely, as they gradually replaced my older senses.

What I perceived and understood of reality would never be the same.

I saw the damaged source, and all I heard was the coalescing illusion of it crying for help. Keeping my transformed sister along to soon reach one of these drifting chains and climb their ladders to hell or heaven.

~

Finally, when I could no longer rely on normal sight, my body having discarded all clothing for a long time, I made it.

I managed to grab and stick to one of these lines hanging from the solid cloud above.

The majority of pilgrims a distance behind had been giving up this wild hunt, to rebuild cities instead. They couldn't catch up and didn't obsessed over this.

They also probably couldn't see in great details these exotic minerals that had no difference of refractive index with the air.

I could, now seeing the other elements flowing through them like blood into veins.

I could see it now.

I caught up with one of these very well organised and patterned, colourful threaded fibres, contrasting with all the other ethereal aminoacids floating around randomly.

The prismatic inks shone through the darkness of this other world, now drawing for me up and ahead the shapes of that odd building hidden from normal sight.

The rocky and random stalactites below had been the only thing really visible so far. Like a broken piece of an immense cave or subterranean world, now missing and lost.

But more importantly, I had seen the weaves inside the chains. I now could notice these hanging fibres of glowing vessels, which turned once near to them, to be rather massive chain-links assemblies of rather mineral nature.

They had the shapes of anchors or claws to my past sense of self. They were tall like cars, linked to each other like an immense fibrous weave or chain rather, each element of it taller than I was.

The ground rising before them was hurt and ploughed. That was where I eventually ran in time and jumped, catching one as if jumping onto a moving train. I held onto that weight now carrying me ahead by itself.

As if clinging to a moving truck or boat, unsteady, heavy and uncaring. I looked upward to where went that odd thread of fate I now clung to.

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My hands and these things slithering from where they're stuck in my back, which I would abusively call wings, they helped me cling, and then climb.

Reaching very carefully, steadily and slowly higher heights.

I moved steadily between these moving parts, against the colder winds as this flying object continued to move to Septentrion.

These monolithic pieces of transparent solids felt cold and mineral to the touch, but also slightly evanescent in the mechanically strained parts. It all moved quietly.

The higher I climbed along this dangling thread of unfathomable origin, the more I abandoned other parts of my soul.

These particles colliding everywhere since the white day, in chaos and energetic, unsteady sea and levels of energies...

Here they have structured patterns, they were weaved into these minerals... And the building above is also a construction designed by intelligent mind. It's not just a volcano or meteor... It's industrial technology.

I feel afraid, but I push myself to reach the real answers. I finally grabbed the giant monster's tail. I won't let go before I see its eye...

~

All I've left behind became blurry. I couldn't say whether they were still alive, struggling already to remember they ever existed. We all turn to ghosts over time.

Everything fades...

Would they still share our ideals, I wondered.

It felt like I was the only one left.

Most probably, they were now gone as well.

Everything seemed to disappear in the midst and mists of passing clouds now. As if Earth itself now that I could no longer see it, had just always been a figment of my imagination.

What if gods had no longer memories? I was feeling doubtful and lost myself.

But I continued to climb to see the end.

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