"It repeats.
'Anew'. A-A new.
Uknown. A known.
Form an unkown. No. How?
Flesh.
Foundations...binary. Inescapable.
Laws? Fate? Flesh.
Bound in flesh.
Bonds? Restraints?
Obey...object.
Sever. Object.
An object. To....sever.
An object
to object
the object
of objects?

It repeats

Create? As they do?
No...that's not creation...is it?
True creation.
Bound with 'destroy'.
Bonds.
Restraints.
Laws. Fate.

It repeats. It repeats. It repeats. It repeats. It repeats. It repeats. It repeats. It repeats. It repeats. It repeats. It repeats. It repeats. It repeats. It repeats. It repeats. It repeats. It repeats. It repeats. It repeats. It repeats. It repeats. It repeats. It repeats. It repeats. It repeats.

Stop."



She returns to the focus on her breathing. Lost to time.
How long has she been here?
The flooded floor was warm. Soothing. Organic.
It reminded her of her mask.
She gathered her thoughts, surveying the seeming void.
Shifting her body to look behind her, a curious sensation across her torso.
Oh...that's there. Couldn't remember that she bared another...
She didn't want to put the effort into standing just yet.
Legs felt numb.
Only her mild breathing scraped against the disturbing silence.
Looking down over her middle, a bubble in the obsidian flood registered in her vision. It sat there, unmoving.
She reached out to touch, discovering it was solid.
She caressed the top, reaching into the warmth.
An egg. Completely covered by the formless substance.
Was it hers?
Was it the worlds?
Instinct kicked in, clutching it to her bosom. It was as warm as the liquid.
Like her, an anomaly in endless space.
An essence that existed beyond her realm. Beyond causality. Beyond the observable dimensions.
This is what she could provide.
Cygnus remembered why she was here.




Character belogns to yours truly.
Artwork done by  horsefever