Outside, it's dark and cloudy. There is no sun shining bright today. I feel alive, with a hint of electricity flirting with danger. Have I always liked this weather? Yes. I think that I have. At home in its dark and foreboding tones. Like a soft, dark blanket. Like sitting in the dark corner of a restaurant, watching everyone around you while they fail to notice you're even there. Taking everything in, and planning.
I imagine a light, sitting alone in a vast void. Absolutely absent of light, except for the one very small spark in the center. The abyss spreads out in every direction around this spark. Its so dark and the light is so small, if you were far away, you'd barely be able to see it; its tiny radius, but you would sense it, know it was there, and be drawn to it. You'd creep ever so slowly, towards that light. Afraid to touch it, but afraid not to be near it. The light is a tether. Creatures of the dark don't really like tethers but are still drawn to it. Maybe instinctively knowing they need it, but not why. Your movements form small, tight circles around the edges of the dark, still barely seen, but getting closer, the spark slowly coming into view. I can see you all at the edge, right at the boundary where the faded light touches the immense dark.
As I sit in the center I see flickers coming into view. Great beasts with great eyes, full of lies for all but me. Because I see what you are, and you are....magnificent.
Shadowed forms hunkered down as if at a campfire. Just as drawn to me as I'am to you. That light that isn't hot and isn't cold, but just right. The warmth that makes the air sizzle and shimmer and the skin on your hide crackle. I'am that light. You are that dark. We sit and stare at each other for a long while, neither of us daring to move, but all of us mingling. The spark that isn't a spark slowly reaches for you, wanting to feel the depth of your chill while you reach, tentatively. Inch yourself just a little bit closer, I say with a very soft voice that echoes across the dimension. I want to see the edge of my radius dance across your skin as you reach for me. Knowing it will sear. Knowing it will punish and soothe at the same time. Knowing it will bind you to me, you reach for it anyway.
I want to see you crawl across the fiery hot coals to get to me, accepting the pain you know will come. I want to see my spark burn the vision of me into your retinas, and watch as the sound of my voice settles into you like etched runes.
Just at the edge where it shimmers, our fingers touch. All of you forming into one for a brief second in time, touching the tiny spark. The void is filled with the moans of the damned, as they caress that which owns them now. I look into your eyes, my irises darker than night, with soft points of light flickering, one for each of you.
The only clothes I wear now is my skin. I'am darkess disguised as light. I do not come in peace. I come as judgement. So come to me, creatures of the dark. Let me bathe you in all that I have to offer, and in return....in return, you will do my bidding. We'll walk the lands, through every parallel. You'll walk beside me with my hand on your head. As I walk on small bare feet, I tower in comparison, my pets slithering and loping alongside me as I cross back over into the land of the living. A great wind stirs. The bright and cheery sky runs into hiding. And the land is remade.
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