002 × What's A Godesa Anyway's

the black place

eternal nothingness
each step here feels like a leap
every whisper like a scream
yet i continue walking ahead
through the infinitely winding floor running across,
the horizon, the one that doesn't even exist
sister is pulling along, too
the stranger leads the way
i can't help it but question

so, you said what 'bout the creating thing?
creator asks with curiosity shining in his eyes
and the weird scroll thingy-majig,
creatia adds to the topic
fate, now intrigued to answer,
let me give the rundown once again

you people are original characters— that's me as well
he makes a pointing gesture towards
creator and creatia
fate turns around, spreading his hands
enthusiastically towards the dimming sky
false overseers— that's what you are!
and you have a purpose, that's
to be
and
to be!
and that's all i can say, tell, and speak
right now, that is
he spins back in view
this is the gamble tower—
waving his arms, he declares
excellent name choice,
exclaims creatia with a sarcastic tone

fate bows once again
for reintroductions

huh, where are my manners
i am fate
but what matters more is you two
you would have forgotten your names
'cause of the entire world-collapse shenanigans
creator, creatia?

they look at fate with confused looks
what's with the sad face, buds?
come on in, will you?
both make their way to the stairs
taking their feet off the watery ground
creator sighs with relief of, well, everything
they step inside as fate welcomes them
the ceilings and walls— works of a perfectionist
the carpeted floor giving warmth to the siblings
the subtle scent of polished wood and ink hanging in the air
light bends slightly along the walls, flickering with shadow
every step echoes faintly in the high space

make yourselves at home,
affirms fate
creator comments on the interior,
i wasn't sure, but this actually resembles a gamble tower, i mean, how many ideas could you run out of to make your home be a literal place for gambling
she stops his rambles as his gaze stumbles
upon a hanging artwork

she examines the piece at a close distance
fate, conversing with creator, yells from afar,
hey! some things break the fabric of space and time—
so, be careful!

is he... like that all the time?
i turn my attention back to the painting
the rims made of purple pigmentation,
gold details and diamond trims
...all for a doodle? apparently
it depicts a simple, almost poorly made portrait of sorts
white hair

wait, there's a signature on the thing, it reads

godesa?

i turn around in confusion
hey, fate, who's this?
i point towards the painting
fate smirks, pulling himself from the conversation
a special someone,
he exclaims
now even more mind-boggled
who's godesa then?
i ask of fate

his face goes pale

what's a godesa, anyways?
fate confides
his manner goes back to normal
i look back to point at the signature
but... it's not there anymore

the painting falls down

down through her hand
her hand turns into ink, as if avoiding the piece,
and then reforms— the painting
falls through the floor

creator walks up to me
sista', you good?

i reply with sarcasm,
other than the fact that i am witnessing
horrors beyond my comprehension
and all our memory is lost
yup, pretty dandy!
he puts his hand on my shoulder
all gonna be cool, 'kay?

taking a step forward, he trips on the floor carving
i almost let out a loud chuckle
i try to catch him,
but he hits his head on a high shelf
it tumbles and falls on top of brother
dust scatters across the floor, settling slowly
my eyes widen with fear
as i run to hold it up
fate notices and walks up
rough beginnings, i suppose
fate raises his hands, twisting into a sign of an eye
the shelf slips
it glows like a dying star
a white divine outline appears, it moves first, hovering up
then to the side— he holds out his hand to creator
Wait a shelf fell on him and...
Looking at the confused face fate explains
You people have the powers beyond Gods
Still not up to the standards and enough though
Remember, false Oversears?

as creator gets up, a book falls to his head
So we are just immortal like that
fate gives a wide grin
as he pulls himself off the ground,
taking the book off his head
a journal, huh,
real convenient,
fate remarks

i open the so-called journal — its pages are firm,
delicate and... there's something written on it?
the note is written in a very stylized manner,
that way of writing, even so — ineffable, even?
the edges of the pages shimmer slightly, catching the sparse light
each line feels deliberate, measured, heavy with intent
Sister leans over my shoulder in curiousity
Fate straight up leaves mentioning
going to some sort of garden

it reads

p r e v i o u s l y o n a b s o l u t e l y n o t h i n g
b u t t h e p l a n , y o u k n o w w h a t t o d o

and the rest is written in an alien language
but at the very end a poem is written
In a deep blue hue

she asks me
brother, what is it?
She muse's
It's some sort of poem, I reply

It's sung in a vague
way of its own
then I decide to read it out

Infinity through twisted rhymes
Only one way to survive
Saving requires sacrifice

and there's only one way to do that

t h i s i s i n t h e i r m i n d s

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003 × Chug Along We're Almost There

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001 × You Know What To Do