It was beautiful.
Everything was painted with fire. A fire that burned and burned and would not stop.
It was eternal.
It was everlasting.
It was infinite.
It was her. She was covered head to toe in her own blaze- and even though logic screamed at her that this should not be possible- the overpowering feeling of being one with everything in the world was something inexplicable. It was indescribable. No words would ever be able to capture this moment.
She was time and stillness, she was fast and slow, beautiful, and horrifying, everything and nothing.
The surge continued to encase her, showing no signs of dying down or stopping.
A voice.
It sounded like a shout, but she could not tell.
A command.
A command telling her to stop.
Telling her to go back.
But she did not want to.
She was finally free.
She wanted to stay lost in this power forever. She wanted to bathe in it. She wanted to consume it. To become one with it.
The voice again. Louder this time.
More desperate.
Urgent.
A plea.
The voice was pleading with her. Pleading and begging for her to come back.
She would have loved to listen but the power that she was feeling was something that controlled her. It was a part of her that had waited a millennium to be unleashed, and now that it was free. Nothing would stop it.
She would not be able to let go of this feeling.
It was enlightening. Liberating. And homely. It burned the inside of her very soul.
Bathed her in its warmth.
She was lost.
She was found.
She was life.
She was death.
She was the bottomless abyss.
She was a new-born star.
An explosion...
The voice again.
It was back and it had a weapon.
The voice- a sword made of night and ice. It slashed and hacked its way through her bliss and pierced her heart.
The voice. Now penetrating her subconscious and slowly bringing her back to consciousness.
It whispered as she rapidly descended. Falling. Through the air... down...down...down... the voice was gone now...just a mere wisp that floated away.
Down...
Down...
Down...
Then she was weightless.
Suspended in motion.
No.
How?
A new voice this time.
One less... intruding and far more comforting.
A surge of power once more.
This time it blinded her.
Hello Starfall.