She looked at the timeless, predestined storm harnessed by waves of ash and mist, of shadows and stars. They advanced towards her- graceful, like a water dancer, glorious, like a bleeding warrior.
There was no sound. It was almost here. A loud, high pitched arrow of sound cut the silence.
The storm washed around her like waves at the edge of a shore, barely brushing a strand of hair.
She opened her eyes.
Everything was golden. Dust and ash were torrential above her head, dripping within her body and collecting inside. On the sides, galaxies swam around her. They all had a music of their own. Every form imaginable presented their own unique potions of shape and size; some racing before her eyes and she hardly managed to see them, and some still, but moving with the storm did. Red and purple, golds so bright you could hardly look at it, silvers celestial enough to make you forget everything else. It was the darkest black over the golden storm. Every colour she ever imagined, every colour she never could- they were all here.
Spinning, creating stories; they churned in their celestial dance. There were worlds, tens and thousands of them. And then, worlds within those worlds, and even tinier within those; they went smaller and smaller till an atom seemed like a never-ending universe...and then, even smaller.
There were creatures with their own stories in every direction she saw, merging and weaving larger ones, encompassing entire worlds growing into the universe, and those universes blended as one story and played themselves before her.
Now, what did the universe sound like?
The universe, it sounded like words.
It sounded like laughter, and tears. Of names, of stories. It sounded like first cries and last breaths. It sounded like the music of planets, like the clang of battle. It sounded like Everything...and Everything sounded like Nothing.
The universe sounded like the endless golden storm enveloping every world, and it sounded like the blood rushing through your veins.
She looked at her hands and saw stars beating within her veins like cells of her body, running through channels of golden light to every part of her form.
Once more, her chest rose, then fell.
A new universe lay in existence. And with each breath, she gave birth to cosmos.
Spirals and nebulas passed around her, within her, and she didn’t know whether they moved in seconds...or millenniums.
The Universe sounds like Words, and feels like Time.
And then, a word whispered it’s way to her soul.
A sharp pain flared through her- too quick to realise what happened, but eternally slow once inside her.
Was this the levity of Time?
She roared. It was deafening. Infinite screams across the Universe arose with hers.
They blended with hers, indistinguishable.
The colours began fading out in a ravage sense. Sounds drowned. She began moving, her infinite form getting smaller and smaller, the universes got larger than her, then the galaxies, and then the planets.
Soon, all that remained was the first gold after the storm. And then, the gold dissolved in eternal darkness.
Dust and ash swirled together, furious.
She looked at her hands again. The stars bled out and dripped as blood.
The sound of harps and sistrums began singing around her. An ultramarine river flashed before her, drew near her, and swept her away with it.
The chant of the word got louder. The scent of jasmines were born. Chatters in crowded alleys and hymns sang around her, but through it all, one word called her still.
A fire arose from within her. She took the form of the fire. The fire got smaller, and smaller still. She was smaller than an atom.
She collapsed in the waters which swept her here.
A miniscule glint in the sunlight, she rode the Nile.
She was here.
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