I looked to Andeira, mother of blessedness, and spoke: “Andeira, I have created you principally to admire my kingdom so, please, allow your tongue to dance as your pupils frolic along the infinite progression of space.”

And so Andeira replied: “My God, your kingdom is blessedness. My eyes cannot help but become addicted to the sight.”

“I understand”. I commanded, as the dawn of a new existence came to its first conclusion. 

Yet, my work could simply not be concluded on such a superficial notice. So, as to disregard this new chronological prevalence, I took to my grand stature and, at the immediate command of my voice, I created essence. Now such a concept seemed to embody the idea of blessedness, therefore I deemed it fit that I should invite Andeira back to admire a simple projection of her intrinsic, irredeemable self: “Andeira, my dear, will you not piously deem this as though an organ of thought has escaped your organism of consciousness? Please, speak to me as yourself desires, as you look into my greatest creation, that of which even blessedness cannot entirely describe without missing vital detail. 

And so Andeira replied quietly: “My God, your essence is heavenly. It is a pure reflection of your imperative thought process.”

I noticed Andeira’s body glimmering and gently dimming like a flame holds onto its candle-lit brace.

“Andeira, your spirit is drifting, I can see your existence leak out of mine like a rot spreads along the circumference of an apple. Won’t you rest, and never return, not unless you’ve regained your strength. Until then, I bestow upon you the spirit of individuality: take it, upon my grace, and rest your body along the bed of luminous stars before you.“

Quickly, Andeira’s spirit vanished. I knew she was to never return. Her spirit lingered, yet was so fittingly brittle, regardless of her new found individualistic charm. And so I took her spirit, along with the dust from some stars, and compressed her into a mortal body, one which could precisely capture her undenouncible strengths and flaws.

I placed Edna, named after half of her predecessor's name, along an enormous valley in a virgin, beautiful planet called Terra and allowed the dusk to clear out the finals rays of light in a delicate cadence, only to be consumed by an ode to the empty space that once was my absolute deliverance: darkness.

As Edna awoke, her muscles strained and stretched. Her eyes quickly turned to the seemingly empty world before her. She was a curious little being, one with only an illusion of self-control: a marionette, strung on the moon’s orb like chalice, wound up by the voice of an eternal universe. The wind, brilliantly chaotic being, picked at her skin until her head tilted at the sting of its bathing arms along her naked body. Edna quickly stood up, taking command of her muscles, and walked towards the edge of the darkness before her. Her eyes screamed of loneliness and confusion. And so, at the immediate sound of my voice, a flash of thunder and a flurry of luminous rays of light, the sky broke in two: “Edna, my dear woadwaxen pallet, rest your body along the luminous stars like a dying sparrow does along its rigid nest”. My voice seemed to approach from every corner of the sky at once. 
Edna curiously turned directly towards the edge of the horizon, gazing about, and gently let herself fall from the breath of the frigid autumn trees, into the darkness of the space before her. 

As her mind pranced unto deliverance, an arm shot out and caught her mid-way. “I denounce you, great beast of the unknown!” yelled out a voice from inside Edna’s chest. Immediately, her ribs ripped through her skin, giving way to a new body: one of pure aggressiveness, solidarity, erosion, passion, and vigilant ire. Ira, the new flesh, took ahold of life from his predecessor’s cessation. Now before me were the two illimitable parts of Andeira, one hollow yet fertile, and the other individual and defiant, self-sufficient in a mortal sense, just like his mother. Edna regained her body’s presence, and looked away from the horizon and into Ira’s piercing black eyes for strength. 

I commanded their attention through the skies for one final time.

“My children! Do not denounce what you do not know. I understand your confusion, however I am anything but a beast. I am a creature, and I am both the unknown as well as the known. I am the universe as well as more. I am the light in your darkness. I plead that you follow my voice as I guide you through my new kingdom. I assure you that you shall find great pleasure within this infinite sense of guidance and salvation.”

And so, Ira and Edna vigorously replied, in unison: “My God, we do not denounce your ways, however we denounce your rigidness. We are products of your kingdom now, not your intimate hands and flesh. So speak all you want. We shall take over this kingdom with a drive of utmost blessedness, devouring all fruits and all light that enters our existence. We shall be the Gods of our own existence, the guides of our own paths, the writers of our own destinies.”

And so, I replied: My dear blooming perennials, you may do as you deem worthy outside of the promise of salvation. Take with you your idealism and conquer my kingdom as it has conquered and defined your essences. Andeira! I plea that you do not leave me, however I shall not put an arm out where it is not wanted. Begone! Grasp what little you know of this terrain and vanish from my sight as you once did from my heart. 

Immediately at the roar of my voice, an enormous body of water crashed into the craters of imperfection along the face of my perfectly imperfect Terra, and the dusk and dawn reached an absolute unprecedented state of symmetrical equipoise.

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