Galaxy

Opening my eyes, the world was dark. Once again the ringing in my ears won't stop. It took a moment to adjust the sight. Finally everything is clear again. The faraway stars, the swirling galaxies, masses of gas and dusts that fills the infinite void dances around me. "Ah...here I am again," millennia passed and still, here I remain. In the first doom, the universe was created. The cries of Her, one of the first Two marks the answering of the prayer, the wish that becomes the bane of it's wisher. In the end, it was not Her that will see to it's prospering, or is it...?

Never mind that. That was the past. Not so distance for one such as me. The first birth of the universe was chaos. The Created were disorganized, feral, beastly. And so came the age of us, The Children of the Creator. Each with our own commands; the words of Father, our Creator that guides us, soulless tools to govern his Creation.

I gaze into the vast Universe. Beautiful is the word I would describe it. The creatures, tho foolish and brutal, they possess a beauty that none of us have. Envy should be felt. But alas, I am a being with no heart. But I will protect it. Father's Creation that came into being from the dreamlike sad prayers of Her, She that have long since left us to our fates...