Alpha and Omega
Rolling grass flowed across the horizon lit by the vermilion rays of a dying sun, with shapes of extraordinary proportions and impossibility morphing into existence from the boundless reaches of her mind. Out of nothing, using only her limitless ability to create, a whole universe took shape. At the centre was the genesis of purity. A world of her own laws, void of pain, tyranny and oppression. Happiness was not sought like a lost chalice whispered by barbaric, bloodthirsty tribes, it sprang from her very eyes, surging across the plains of her reality. Her needs were simple. To be left alone within her magnum opus was all she asked. The alternative to her paradise was an idea that darkened her mind, causing ripples of destruction across her star-strewn universe.
She never wanted to wake. The waking reality was a poor comparison to the wonder envisioned in her minds eye. To open her eyes would be to die a slow death filled with struggle, disappointment and fear. To live within her own mind, to see the birth and growth of all that she dreamt unfolding mesmerically as a flower that blooms once a millennium - nothing could beat that.
Anguish filled her heart, pumping through her body in rhythmic pulses, her veins and arteries becoming corrupted with the mundane. She was waking. Across her sky, the stars died. Supernovas of vast proportions, each one adding to the chain reaction of devastation, tore and burnt the fabric of her creation. In a bright burst of pure darkness, a black hole appeared at her feet. Its immense hunger ate everything she had so delicately formed.
There was nothing she could do. Once all was gone that she loved, she too was consumed by the unquenchable thirst of the waking monstrosity. Her eyes opened, and she saw a world without reason. An uncaring expanse of energy and mass, utterly oblivious of her existence.
Why can’t we dream forever…
