Utterance
It's time.
Yes.
Let go of your memories.
The spear hovers before me. Energy and inexorable calling pulled me here and there. A great storm all around me. Nine mockeries smiling with little lances flutter like memories in twilit years. Up and up and up until the Mother, ranging for revenge out of Purgatory, rears into the sky, eyes like dying stars.
Sephirotic mockeries fluttering around my memories.
Arms outstretched. I am at peace and my soul expands. Nine Lights meld with my own and grow roots. The songs of the Compliment raise in chorus as greetings, our voices becoming as one. I expand. I am the world entire. The Old Mother begs the voice and utterance of my tongue.
I AM.
I am life. I am the key. I am the die Humanity cast long ago. Reclamation unto the sea. Into the Egg.
The world abides the Throne. And in massive wave of fire, the world peeling up like dried clay, all souls return to the black ice shell of the Egg.
Rising to the Heavens. A great conflagration of souls shed of skin and hope. The torrent unending. The world alight in crosses. Billions of tiny candles. Mountains of pale marble flesh rises above me. Those blood red eyes. Swallowing me up.
A return to the womb. I am at peace. The Compliment is so very quiet. Slumbering for the first time in epochs of worry, and regrets, and darkness. And I am dead, dead, dead inside. A child of a thousand generations at this new terminus. Walking the length of an unwholesome bore.
I AM.
All too soon, the dream ends. Ripping and tearing through flesh like clouds. Ascending.
What oceans we swam to get here. Now I float upon the edge of the greatest, blackest sea. I am a child of a thousand generations. I will see a thousand more here in the deep. Alone.
She, the Ikari, my complimenting soul, called me proof once. Proof of Man's existence and little else. Not even...kin.
But what of my existence? What mouths op' now for the utterance of my tongue?
It is cold.
A/N: It's done, folks. It's done! I figured the little dark reprise of the first drabble worked well. Call it being cheap. I had a gas writing this little saga of Unit-01. You readers have been very kind and it's been a real thrill for me. Many thanks to Mashadar, constant friend and pre-reader of my linguistic foulings. And to my small band of reviewers. This one's for you, folks. Cheers.
Up next: 25th Day and Iokaste Enamored. Full-length one shots. And, of course, more Rei drabbles.