Chapter Thirteen.

My Dazzling One, I sit in the warp of loneliness, on a nameless street, tightly holding onto a single undying hope--that someday you will take me as your Consort, that someday you might share your throne and kingdom with me.
The gloomy tides of the Blood Harvest thin the veil between this world and a world from Ages
Long Past, a world from an Age that Is, a world from an Age that shall Come Again.
I ride the spinning whirlwinds of your timeless tempest, driving my spirit away like it was but a
browned autumn leaf blown by a slowly-creeping winter wind.
I see the misty gray ghost of a reality I once shared with you, when my name was Celi the Architect, and you were the spiritual blueprint by which I designed this Divine Creative Matrix of Existence.
You were the first to show me this world, when it reflected from the Seas of your Spirit unto my disengaged manifestation of individual consciousness.
Indeed, you were my first memory, for before I had become Planewalker I existed only in the eternal Oneness...