Chapter 18: 017. The beginning & the end, 9
(Aïssheas)
I felt the fall. From her hands keeping me bound to her eyes and other perceptions of reality.
It all went dark as I fell. I felt through the metallic structures I came to become the depth of that momentum and abandon.
All the remaining sensations continuing to twirl and melt. My words and memories continuing to evaporate. And most of all, beyond the painful loneliness, the last sense of duty imparted to me and freezing throughout my new body.
More than carved into me, these ideas sculpted and grounded my entire body.
How high is our duty.
To protect the innocents from these northern lights.
To share our faith as a family that we will survive and eventually succeed.
That the right thing to do is to prevail.
Someday we will destroy the source of all evil or sin, or whatever it is.
We will destroy it, someday... We will need help, and I will do my very best to find the right person to arm ourselves.
In metempsychosis and psychosomaticism, I become gradually what I am.
Body and soul are merging slowly into one dualist but unified idea and reality.
My shape and material reality transform further over time, as my thoughts focus on my ideals of meaning forward.
Faith. In our eventual successful destiny...
I will become the shield for the world below, and the gladius against the source she'll watch above.
I'll be the edge able to cut through that Tamźródlo.
To save the world. To help my sister.
To carry our name and faith forward.
We're all Aïsshea and we will bring the rightful end together.
As much as I'm becoming oblivious to growing sides of existence along the earth. I will metamorphose to bring this rightfulness. To protect whom I can, and carry my aim with all the help I can gather and find in our prayers.
Aïsshean will know better. Aïssheat will know better. I only need to focus on calling for help, and becoming stronger.
They will be knowledge, I will be their arm.
In the absurdity of this now hollow existence, my new brain also continues its transformation and twirls, to meet these purposes exclusively.
To breathe the light of the air. To filter some of it. To grow stronger and sharper.
To call for help other human survivors.
And to keep our faith forever, that someday at the end of these frightful times, we will bring the right end to this fate, together...
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We will save the world from the next disaster, destroying the hazard that plagued it before if I'm right. Even if we're no longer human or alive.
My thoughts endlessly echo and repeat each other as I continue to transform and change the land where I've landed.
I hear some human thoughts nearby sometimes. But nothing is as strong nor as bright as we would require so far.
As time will settle in ways I can no longer quite relate with, maybe my will could spread a little. To help them. To help me find the right help. It will reach a logical level.
We will reach out to every reasonable influence and potential to make our purpose come to a rightful end.
I will keep our faith alive forever. Our name will protect everyone left...
All that made me human before, shrinks. It debilitates into dry branches or leaves I will eventually scatter.
I'm becoming a sculpture meant for the last purpose that will animate me.
I've accepted to embrace that destiny, for I have real faith in our purpose together. No matter what's left to forget, I will become a part of something brighter.
Because even if we've been separated, our promise will continue to keep us together.
We will keep the same horizon in sight, and shared duties to help others and each other. I'm blessed to have lived with this destiny for my existence in life and afterlife.
Now we're becoming of one faithful purpose together, even if our bodies and thoughts are kept apart.
Sadly even whether we're ever coming to be reunited or not. As much as I wish to be with them again, I realise it's unlikely; and our purpose will stay greater.
To destroy the box that poured woe over the world, before it spills again over.
Or if she's right, to bring forth a new god that will rise there and handle it better onward, forever.
My aim is and will remain for the former. And now as much as my transformation allows, I look for help from others.
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I'm so distant from humanity now, I can't even say anymore how time and interactions flow. I can't say whether I'm being found and talked to, or listened from.
I hope my thoughts become words still. But I struggle turning back from my steep decline toward this new reality where I don't really react to nor affect sensibly anything.
I've transformed so much along the road of our purpose, I can barely interact with the outside world anymore.
It's an ironic shame that I find myself unable to do more, when eyes and voice would have been helpful as well.
Unable to prevent our fall from humanity that much, and trying to do my best with what I've become now. Unable to foresee how much safeguarding some of my past flesh would have helped, I'll do what I can from where I sand.
Where I've fallen. I think it's the same for all of us now.
Alone but together, in oblivion but with infinite faith.
I keep my remaining perceptions as open to others as much as possible to me, not quite able to devolve and return to my former self though.
And I will continue to whisper as loud as I can my thoughts, like a record if it comes to it, to rebuild what would otherwise be lost.
Our name with one purpose.
Hope and faith, that this white day won't mean the end.
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