The Chaos is like an endless charcoal cloud crackling with bright blasts of kaleidoscopic lightening. It’s like an impossible mass of squirming stygian snakes, each with a lone luminescent layer running down their spine. It’s like a dark scintillating gem on the braided band of Order that is the ring of creation. Yet, mostly, it is like itself: the Chaos that Comes Before and After; the Start and the Finish; the Alpha and the Omega.
It’s a theme common in all creation myths, this Chaos. All stories about the beginning know to put the Chaos foremost. Yet each understands it differently. Egyptians described the Chaos as a sea of serpents. The Norse saw it as fire and ice. The Greeks thought of it as an amorphous void. And, the scientists proclaim it to be an empyreal explosion. Whenever mankind pierces the veil of what came first, they see the Chaos. You know this to be true, dear reader. But, most don't know this originating Chaos is also the termination. Perhaps this willful ignorance derives from humanity’s collective fear of the inevitable, of the end. Desperately, in an attempt to escape what all know in deep in their souls is inescapable, all claim the future to be in flux, in chaos. A collective delusion professing death as unknowable. While all instinctually understand the beginning, this same primitive awareness conversely obfuscates the evident symmetry in reality. Time is an ouroboros, a snake eating itself. And in that endless ring of Order, where mouth meets tail, there is Chaos. The past is the future. Anything and everything both begins and ends in the Chaos.
Regardless of its fundamental futility, I will continue explaining, dear reader. I will try to make you comprehend and see within your mind’s eye the true form of the Chaos at the beginning and end of all things, although I know it to be incomprehensible. Ideas cannot encompass the totality of understanding, knowledge, and existence. Words cannot express that which contains all. Yet, sadly, I must use words when communicating with you. Let me try:
Imagine we gaze upon the ring that is all of creation. Our vantage point is an impossible one, for one cannot be outside of spacetime to see spacetime. The very statement “outside of spacetime” is as meaningless as the statement “outside of something that contains all of anything and everything.” Yet, this is where our tale starts (and ‘ends,’ and ‘is;’ tenses are of no help here). As you imagine this unimaginable view, I know you can see in your mind’s eye the figure on the crest where the Chaos crashes into the myriad possibilities of reality. The figure weaving Chaos into Order.
This being is the other common theme in all beliefs. To the Hindu it is Vishnu, to the Muslims it is Allah, and to the determinists it is destiny. Despite this, while all admit to knowing the Chaos, not all recognize a belief in this Supreme Being. Yet, I know you have—in your deepest despair—called out to it. You, as all must, have called into the void: "Why? Why me? Why now?" as if whatever controls the outcome can hear, or care. In more lucid moments you might deny you truly believe in whatever you were calling to, and many truly don’t. But, you know belief isn’t necessary for truth.
And here, from this impossible perspective, we see the truth. A figure stands above the point at which anarchy becomes structure, where unreality resolves into actuality. Fate braids the Chaos into Order. In most beliefs the ultimate being is impassive, aloof. In these religions, if God does care, it is in an impartial way; often so impersonal many have created a relatable intermediary, be it Olofi, Buddha, or Christ.
But, the magnificent figure is neither aloof nor impersonal. From this unattainable angle, we can just see her flawless mouth as reality is knotted by her predominate will. Those sensual lips are quirked upwards in a wry smirk. It is the grin of one who never loses, never is outsmarted, never thwarted. For you know, deep within your heart of hearts, fate cannot be cheated; she can only be appeased or provoked. Lady Luck is not to be trifled with, and you invoke her ire at your peril and her whim. Do not forget this maxim, dear reader. You are hers; mind, body, and—most of all—soul. For, what will you do when your mistress calls? Anything and everything.
Sarah awoke with a start. Her busty, perfectly-toned body was covered in sweat as the nightmare already started to slip from her waking mind. All she could recall from whatever had so disturbed her was a dark storm and... a smile?
But, depressing thoughts weren’t made for Sarah Saber’s ginger head. Sarah was known for being perpetually cheerful, confident, and charismatic. Some humans aren’t wired to experience disappointment, and optimistic Sarah was one. Her large breasts, perfect figure, and warm sparkling green eyes didn't hurt either. The deck is always stacked in favor of stacked girls. I blame biology.
As her dream of the roiling Chaos and an imposing figure faded, Sarah remembered where she was: her new apartment rented with her oldest friend, Lisa Basilisc.
The bedside clock read 6:30am as Sarah began the stretching routine she’d picked up when she captained her high school cheerleading team. Her pink peejays were barely able to contain her bursting bosom as she performed the rigorous regimen. Her shoulder-length red hair shone in the morning light as she finished with a graceful cartwheel. Sarah was the kind of girl who never needed much preparation to look radiant. Her indomitable attitude contributed to this; there is a natural beauty in the self-assured. Sarah Saber unquestioningly knew she was glorious, and, thus, those around her knew it too. As if this wasn’t insufferable enough, Sarah was also a morning person. A luminescent smile on her red lips, and the nightmare completely forgotten, Sarah went to see if her flaxen friend was awake.
Sunny Sarah would likely characterize her best friend as an “odd duck,” which was just about the mildest way of classifying the cold Lisa Basilisc. The bespectacled physics grad was the quintessential stoic intellectual. Lisa always needed a joke explained to her, only to say “interesting” and nod when it was. It could be said this mousy blonde found more joy in solving physics equations than sex—if it could be said she found joy in anything.
Short and thin, Lisa would often forget to eat in pursuit of some esoteric and, if you asked Sarah, useless piece of knowledge about the physical world. Sarah wasn’t a dummy, but she never understood why anyone would care about how things worked. As far as Sarah was concerned, it was enough they did. Things did what they did with or without complicated equations explaining how. But, an unhealthy obsession with physics was only the tip of the ‘odd’ iceberg when it came to Lisa Basilisc. Because of this, Sarah Saber knew she was Lisa’s only real friend.
Sarah came into the shared kitchen and, unsurprisingly, found her roomie at the table typing on her laptop. Lisa’s childlike figure in its starched clothing didn’t betray a hint of femininity. Her golden blonde hair lay limp and lifeless as the computer’s bright screen reflected in her bulky glasses.
“You’re up early,” Sarah said cheerfully, going to the cupboard for some sugary cereal.
“Up late. You know I have trouble sleeping,” Lisa replied in her almost monotone voice as she continued her work.
“Up late. That’s what I meant,” Sarah said as she poured herself a bowl of the sweetened cereal. “Your night terrors aren’t contagious are they?
Lisa ignored the glib question. “One day, dear Sarah, your metabolism will no longer be able to deal with your diet,” Lisa commented flatly.
“And on that day, you have permission to shoot me,” Sarah replied in her goodnatured way as she got the milk. Then, in a serious tone, Sarah addressed her friend. “Lisa, you look awful, and I mean more than usual. You should get a few hours of sleep at least.”
At this, Lisa stopped typing. Her shoulders slumped, and she took off her glasses to rub her tired blue eyes. She clearly was exhausted. With more emotion than normal, which was to say any at all, Lisa replied, “You are right.” Without returning her thick glasses, Lisa looked up at her old friend. Their eyes locked and both froze.
You must understand, dear reader, that of all the aberrations that comprised the eccentric Lisa, her ultramarine eyes were, by a wide margin, the most pronounced. They weren’t misshapen or oddly colored, which, in a way, made what they were all the worse. They were unfathomable.
Looking into Lisa Basilisc’s bitter blue eyes was like looking into a bottomless void. It was akin to gazing into the deepest part of a cold unmeasured ocean. Her high school classmates used to claim Lisa was soulless, as only unbounded depth could be seen in her icy gaze. To say you could get lost in her vacuous eyes was to make the greatest of understatements. There was nothing to get lost in.
Not even Sarah, after all these years, was immune to this unsettling effect. The extended moment of total desolation continued as they looked at each other, until Lisa realized what had happened and jerked away in embarrassment, slamming on her murky glasses.
“I’m sorry,” Lisa muttered as a blush blossomed over her chalky complexion.
Sarah shook her head and—while still somewhat shaken—quickly recovered. “It’s nothing,” she said, her confidence already back to being implacable. “I barely even notice anymore.” Sarah was sure Lisa wore those coke-bottle glasses mainly to mitigate the effect of her gaze. She pitied the optometrist.
Lisa kept her head down as she closed her computer and put it under her arm. Without looking up, the short blonde slunk past the tall redhead. “I’m sorry,” Lisa muttered again. “I’ll get some rest, as you suggest.” And, with that, Lisa was already out the door headed to her room.
Sarah just shook her head, watching her friend leave and ate her cereal. In Sarah’s heart there was nothing but selfless pity for the unfortunate girl as she thought back over her interactions with the hapless blonde.
Withdrawn Lisa was always an outsider, and only affable Sarah had ever made her feel otherwise. By the end of this narrative if you believe nothing else I tell you, dear reader, believe this: Sarah had saved Lisa from complete loneliness. Both know it still. True, Sarah can make anyone feel like they belong—and perhaps this is what makes her unique throughout all possible worlds.
Despite (or perhaps because of) this, Sarah had taken to the social pariah. She had even given Lisa her first (and, as far as Sarah was aware, only) sexual experience. Sarah had lived to regret it, and often wondered what homely Lisa now thought when she looked at stunning Sarah. Sarah knew Lisa identified as bisexual, claiming the source of a sexual experience was “mostly irrelevant;” that only the end result mattered. Sarah wondered if even Lisa could be this odd. But, with regards to their own sexual interaction, Sarah was more than willing to let bygones be bygones.
Notwithstanding, the rest of Sarah’s Friday was uneventful. She went on her morning run and attended the graduate class for her MS in Education. Other chores kept her occupied and on campus for the rest of the day. She planned on having Brad, her sweet-but-musclebound boy-friend, buy her dinner. However, at the last minute she remembered he had some fraternity event. Sarah didn’t like eating alone, so she decided to swing by Lisa’s cubicle in the science building and invite her to dinner.
When Sarah came to the dark corner that held her best friends work space Lisa was there typing away, the computer light reflecting in her glasses. In the nearly empty workroom Sarah asked, “You wanna grab some food?”
Lisa who seemed to not notice the approach of her friend stopped typing. “Do you,” she stated.
“Yes,” Sarah replied, “that’s why I asked.”
“No,” replied Lisa rubbing her eyes under her glasses, "I mean, it’s ‘do you...’ look, never mind. Yes, I can go with you,” Lisa said as she stood. There was a note of irrationality in her normally flat voice.
Sarah, always keen to pick up on the shifting moods of those around her, knew this slight change in Lisa’s tone was the equivalent of someone else shouting in frustration. Not willing to discuss a heated matter while enclosed, Sarah said nothing further as they made their way outside of the science building in silence.
“Something wrong?” Sarah asked her longtime friend as they started walking off campus to the nearby Chinese restaurant, which catered to poor grads and undergrads alike.
Lisa sighed as they trudged along in the crisp autumn air. After another long pause she replied, “It’s my research. It isn’t progressing.”
Remembering past conversations Sarah asked,” Are you still working on that zero-whatsit?”
“The Zero-Point Generator, yes.” Lisa replied.
Knowing her work was one thing Lisa normally enjoyed talking about, Sarah bravely asked as they sat down to eat, “I don’t think you ever explained to me how it worked.”
This brought another long pause from her friend, which surprised Sarah since she’d been expecting a string of technical jargon to follow the question. As the pause drew out, Sarah thought she better break it. “Well?”
Lisa looked at her lifelong friend through the protection her cloudy glasses offered. “Don’t misunderstand, but I’m not sure how to explain it in a way you would comprehend...”
Sarah was taken back by this statement. First and most obvious, she was a little insulted. But, she also knew her own limitations. It wasn’t arrogance for Lisa to know she understood her project in a way others could not. What was more shocking was the level of social awareness the statement conveyed. And, it was to that Sarah responded:
“It’s uncharacteristic of you to care about others point of view.”
Lisa paused as if considering her answer. “True. But, well... it’s uncharacteristic for you to ask. I just want to... to make the most of this opportunity....”
As Sarah was painfully aware, socially awkward moments where par for the course when it came to dealing with Lisa. As a social savant, Sarah just let the silence hang, sure in the knowledge that Lisa would break it.
Her hypothesis was vindicated as Lisa uttered, “Cosmic microwave background is the thermal radiation left over from the time of recombination in Big Bang cosmology... no... no... you don’t...”
There was another long pause as Sarah made a show of chewing her egg fu yung. Lisa tried again. This time she simply stated: “Anything and everything has a temperature, even nothing.”
Sarah guessed Lisa wanted her to interject since the attempted monolog had apparently failed. And, she was a little surprised by the nonsensical statement coming from her over-sensical friend. “What?” said Sarah.
“Anything and everything has a temperature, even space,” restated Lisa
“Right; space’s temperature is ‘really cold,’” said Sarah.
“It is. The vacuum has a temperature of about 2.76 kelvin, which is ‘really cold’... but not absolutely cold.”
“OK,” replied Sarah, “so?”
“So, it is commonly held with cosmologists that this is the ‘left over’ radiation from the empyreal explosion that started the universe; the Big Bang.”
“Oh, I’ve heard of that; it’s a TV show.”
“Ummm...” said Lisa on unfamiliar ground. “I wouldn’t know about that... Regardless, I can say it was also the event that started time.”
Sarah was disappointed; she was hoping it had more to do with the TV show, but decided to continue playing along. So, she asked, “How can time ‘start?’”
Lisa seemed to be gaining momentum. “Well, no one really knows. ‘Before time’ is self-contradictory anyway. We can only examine the event from within it, since we are part of the universe. So, we’re fundamentally unable to comprehend it. Science can only tell us what happened after the Big Bang, not ‘before’ because... because ‘what happened before anything and everything happened’ doesn’t even make sense as a question.”
“Are you getting spiritual on me?” Sarah said jokingly.
“What?” queried Lisa. “No, of course not. There is sound mathematical basis for a system’s inability to define its starting parameters. While Tarski's Undefinability Theorem, which is derived in part from Gödel's incompleteness theorems, is meant strictly for arithmetical systems, it applies to any suitably robust logic system, which science—necessarily—assumes the universe is, dear girl.”
At this esoteric outpouring, Sarah made a show of cracking open her fortune cookie. “I don’t have any idea what you’re talking about.” Sarah plainly stated as she read her fortune: All things that begin, end, it read. 'Ominous,' she thought.
Unaware of the portent, Lisa blinked behind her nebulous glasses, sighed and said. “Spacetime has a nonzero temperature and the Zero-Point Generator harnesses this latent energy.”
Sarah slowly chewed the cardboard-like cookie and said, “Nope, still don’t get it.”
Lisa sighed, rubbed her depthless eyes under her stormy glasses, and tried again. “Imagine the universe is a lake.”
“OK,” said Sarah speciously
“Some parts of the lake are deep, but even the shallowest parts still are covered by a little water.”
“My machine is like a straw meant to suck up the water from the shallow parts. But since the shallow parts are still part of the overall lake, water will always fill them back up.”
“Now replace ‘the lake’ with ‘the universe’ and ‘water’ with ‘energy’ and you have it.”
“Sounds simple enough,” said Sarah glibly. “So, why isn’t it working?”
“I don’t know!” Lisa almost cried, startling Sarah with the uncharacteristic outburst. “Everything says it is but it isn’t!”
Not knowing what else to say, Sarah exclaimed, “Huh, what do you mean?”
Lisa looked like she was about to try explaining again. But then, rubbing her eyes under her glasses, she said, “Why don’t I just show you?”
The two women paid their bill and left. As they walked back to campus, the fall air now had the bite of night, of shadow. Both Lisa and Sarah were dressed for the warmth of autumn’s light, not for the chill of the dark.
But, as they walk through this frosty evening, I will inform you, dear reader, that ‘cold’ isn’t a substance; it is simply the absence of heat. What you claim is ‘cold’ isn’t a presence, but a lack. In much the same way, many claim ‘evil’ is simply the absence of good. Yet, from the preceding dialog, you should now know a true absence of heat is also an illusion, an impossibility. Even the void of space still contains some heat, some energy. Thus, within existence, there will always be some warmth, some light.
Yet, as darkness can be described as the absence of light, so light could be described as the absence of dark. Convention claims evil is the absence of good, but it is equally valid to say good is simply the absence of evil. Both descriptions explain the same physical thing, but from different perspectives. Subtraction is the same as adding a negative, and addition is equivalent to subtracting a negative. Remember this, dear reader; it will be important later when we speak of power.
You see, there can’t be complete evil or complete good. Both light and dark, good and evil, heat and its absence are preconditions of existence. Necessarily, there must be energy to move, and a void to move into. Yet, both must first contain some of the other as a prerequisite. Anything and everything must be varying shades of grey. Fitting, but not for the reason you think.
Lisa’s lab was at the top of the three-story science building. At this late hour the building was essentially empty. (It was the physics grad-school department, thus—like the universe studied therein—it would never be truly empty as that field draws the more obsessed of humanity. But, it was relatively empty.) Regardless, there wasn’t any red tape for Lisa to bring Sarah into her group’s lab. Lisa was one of several people working on this project. She was the most dedicated to the project, if one of the least experienced. Yet, when it comes to projects such these, dedication is paramount.
Lisa led Sarah (who was, at this point, wondering why she’d agreed to come) through the maze of naked wires and raw circuitry that made-up the lab. In a far-flung corner was the Zero-Point Generator. It was a compact device compared to the other haphazard and seemingly dissected instruments scattered on various workbenches throughout the lab. Well, Lisa knew it to be compact. To Sarah, it looked bulky because she thought the various sensors hooked to it were really part of it.
Unceremoniously, Lisa went over to the generator and depressed the power bottom, which dutifully lit green in the low light of the lab.
“See?” said Lisa as she gestured to an array of readouts on the workbench beside the gadget.
“No?” replied Sarah. “I see a green light, so I guess it’s on, but none of those screens changed.”
“Exactly!” exclaimed Lisa.
Sarah was still surprised how much her humdrum friend’s passion was ignited over this issue. But, she guessed everyone had to care about something. She was more intrigued by the whole episode then she otherwise would be because of Lisa’s atypical responses. Sarah’s passion was figuring out people, which was the real reason, and—perhaps—the only reason, Sarah liked the enigmatic Lisa; Sarah appreciated a challenge. Yet, what you might not understand is in order to be socially adept first and foremost one must be empathetic. One must care about other people to connect with them. Sarah genuinely cares about others; Lisa genuinely cared about knowledge and the power she thought it brought. This, dear reader, is of utmost importance to the narrative: Sarah is truly empathetic; Lisa is not. So, in the spirit of better understanding her inscrutable companion, Sarah was resigned to follow this atypical tableau to its termination.
Yet, all Sarah could think to say was, “What?”
Lisa sighed again, as if about to explain something self-obviously trivial. “Every simulation we’ve run said this configuration will operate. The device is drawing power, and is functioning within accepted parameters. It’s running.”
“I could have told you that; the green light is on.” Sarah pointed flippantly.
Lisa didn’t seem to hear. “But, then we should be receiving energy through these diodes.” Lisa pointed to two metal prongs which had numerous banana clips attached it them. “Yet, there isn’t any measurable magnetic, gravitational, electric, nuclear, radiant, chemical, or thermal energy increase.”
“What about kinetic or potential?” asked Sarah, trying to be helpful. Lisa just looked at her in complete disgust. Daunted by the unspoken chastisement, Sarah said timidly, “Bioelectric?”
Lisa rolled her eyes, “I would explain why you’re being stupid, dear Sarah, but it would take too long.”
Defiant, Sarah stated, “Well, miss-smarty-pants, what kind of energy are you expecting?”
Lisa again became the uncertain one. “Ummm... well, you’d expect the temperature to increase by 2.76 kelvin. But, the theory is a little... vague... on the classification of energy. It might even be some kind of undiscovered... spacetime-potential... field... energy... or something.”
“Sounds pretty useless then,” Sarah said, back in control of the conversation. Confidently, she seemed to ponder the conundrum. “Have you tried touching them?”
“What?” Said Lisa, also back in her customary role.
“You know, touching the... diodes, or whatever” Sarah vaguely gestured at the metal prongs protruding from the Zero-point Generator.
“While it’s on?” Lisa asked a little taken aback. “Why would you? These instruments are orders of magnitude more sensitive than the human nervous system. That’s precisely why they were created.” Lisa cleaned her silty glasses while she said this, as if to emphasize the point that human perception relied on augmentation.
“So, ‘no,’” Sarah said haughtily. “Well, I will, then.” And she leaned forward and reached out her hand.
Lisa only shrugged. “Sure, dear girl, it’s not like anything...”
Her words were cut-off by the ear-popping CRACK! that reverberated through the lab as pink lightning coursed into Sarah’s outstretched digits.
Out of reflex more than pain, Sarah jerked her hand while stumbled backwards. In a complete stupor, the normally graceful Sarah caught her leg on an oscilloscope, cracking her fiery-haired head as she twisted and tumbled down to the floor of the unkempt lab.
Lisa blinked behind her ocular augmentations as she ogled her facedown friend. All she could think to say was, “I guess this lends credibility to the ‘previously undiscovered classification of energy’ hypothesis,” she murmured as she bent to help her prone peer.
“Do you require medical assistance?” Lisa queried as Sarah rose.
Recovering with unexpected speed, Sarah looked at her hapless friend. “Did you really just say that?”
As a response, Lisa just blinked.
Sighing, Sarah continued, “No, I feel fine.” Taking stock of herself, it was her turn to blink in surprise. “Better than fine, actually. What was that?
Lisa had turned off the generator and began checking the myriad sensors hooked to the machine. Then, she started scrolling through the collected data.
Sarah was flattered—as well as flabbergasted—that Lisa’s first response had been to check on her wellbeing instead of the generator. She felt she had learned more about her oldest friend in the last few hours than she had in the previous decade.
She was about to ask why Lisa had deigned to check on her first when Lisa spoke.
Sarah rolled her eyes. In a surprisingly melodious timbre, she stated: “I think you've used your quota of clichés.” Then, Sarah stopped as she seemed to be analyzing her own utterance.
Unaware as usual, Lisa filled the silence. “You heard that crack, and... and saw the light as well... right?” There was a sharp, desperate quality to the question.
Sarah was self-absorbed as she replied. “The pink lightning? Yeah, of course I did.” Sarah was inspecting her hand. “Heck, I think I can still feel it in me. Like... a ball of potential. Why?”
“B... because... because there was no change to the equipment. If there was any flux of energy—or even any increase in illumination—some of these sensors would have detected it. But... but, they didn’t.”
“Well, you said it was likely undetectable or whatever.”
“Except our eyes... our eyes seem to have detected the same phenomenon. I would say it was a delusion, but... but I would describe what I saw as ‘pink lightning’ as well and...”
Sarah interrupted. “Well, maybe it IS bioelectricity...” Lisa was about to roll her eyes again when Sarah continued in a slightly different tone-of-voice, “Except bioelectricity is no different from other electromagnetic fields when it comes to detection. It’s only a classification for...” her voice regained its normal aspect, “for... I... I don’t know this... how do I KNOW this?”
From behind their protective glass, Lisa’s depthless blue eyes stared in awe at Sarah, who’s sparking green eyes looked back.
Sarah broke the pregnant pause. “Let’s go home. I’m tired,” she lied. The whites of her eyes seemed to glow pink in the lab’s low light.
Despite not being tired, Sarah did sleep. And, in sleep, she dreamed:
Sarah beheld a being of incalculable magnitude and beauty. The astronomical creature’s body—predominantly female—was so perfect it was near agony to gaze upon it. An exaggerated hourglass silhouette, solar-flaring hips below a magnetic-curvature waist below galactic shoulders. Astronomical in size, its limbs were subject to parallax. Akin to a burning star, its glassy skin radiated with a pale pink light. Breasts like inescapable magnetars rose above abs that were a landscape of pale pink pulsars. A mane made of celestial light haloed a face swathed in shadow. Eyes hidden in nebulous darkness. Only a predatory toothy grin framed by superlative lips could be seen on the celestial visage.
The final unignorable aspect to the divinity before Sarah was the quasar of a cock, continually spewing energy into the void. An astronomical lighthouse in constant climax; an empyreal beacon before this cosmic being.
This being of incalculable potential resonated with a sound that was more than sound. “This is the first moment we are connected, dear Sarah. The first time you can be before me, even in dream, without being obliterated.” There was the mocking smirk; pink lips so dark they were almost black rimmed the luminescent sneer. “But, all moments are mine… as they will be yours.” The smirk turned into a sharp grin. “‘Will be!’ Oh, I had forgotten the amusement of tenses.”
Laughter filled the void of the dream, welling up from every crevice in the impossible space. Sarah tried to cover her ears. She felt as if she might waken as she struggled to escape the sound.
The laugher stopped, and the being waved her galactic digits. “No, no; you can’t leave yet. This first moment needs to stretch into eternity and back again.”
Sarah felt herself sink deeper into the dream. As she did her fear was replaced with awe and wonder from the presence of the sacrosanct brilliance. The pulsating pink godhead before her awakening a higher level of blessed bliss.
The creature licked its excessively erubescent lips with an unreasonably-sized tongue. “Oh, such innocence, such fleeing innocence. Sadly, dear girl, awe isn’t the emotion that drives this narrative. No. Something else is needed.”
The pink radiance the being emitted changed, momentarily flashing blue before settling to a steady green. As the creature’s aura changed to green, Sarah felt her awe of the majesty before her transform into envy. She coveted what this being had, from its physical dominance to its monolithic member.
“Yes, that’s what we need. Basking in your adoration will have to wait for later. Oh, there I go again with the tenses.” A giggle filled the non-Euclidean space. “Regardless, dear girl, savor that emotion. Now, let’s have fun.”
The creature’s extensive tongue snaked out of its cavernous mouth and wrapped Sarah in a tight, lust-filled embrace. Dragging her to the tip of the spewing, stellar schlong, seemingly the size of a solar system.
“Don’t worry,” the jagged grinning maw jubilantly declared, “You’ll forget this timeless debauchery on waking. But remember, dear Sarah. Remember the envy.”
And Sarah did.
Continued in Chapter 2