In the beginning there was nothing. Only after awareness of what lies in ones own heart will there ever be endless light. All times, past, present and future in one glorious day.
Even nothing has substance, emptiness a heart...

Aloft amongst the sun bathed clouds of the heavens sits an Angel. Her thoughts stray to the layer of crystalline fire trapped within the thin cylindrical marble, diamond and silver banded podium she rests upon. A fire brought into existence not by Gods, but by the countless thoughts of the souls she watches over tirelessly. It restlessly dances, encased below the diamond, illuminating symbols on the outer of her dais reminding her of the choices she has faced, and the decisions she has made. Tears swell in her eyes, slowly they spill and glide down her soft cheek as a loneliness equal to that of a thousand dying suns fills her heart…
For she is the first, the last, the only one of her kind.

She is an emissary of rapture…

She is a creature of exceptional beauty her long bronze hair flowing like a river of silk down her naked back. Her graceful streamlined silver wings are awash in golden light emanating from her Dragon Familiar who in an eruption of flame has taken flight from the insignia inked on her lower back. The familiar ever watchful of its mistress, and capable of empowering her with the element of fire rears above her right shoulder.. It senses an unease in her.

Her Familiar is not the only company she keeps on her platform atop the sky, for she was not always an emissary of the heavens. It was a choice, an offering she accepted. A selfless act of unparalleled benevolence. A choice that now seams so long ago. Behind her ever under her protection before all others are her own children...

The children, two infants forever preserved in time kept safe from the corruption of the dark , stained world below.
Within an intricate veil of ancient Biochronic technology seized by their mother in a war that lasted eons they rest. Ruby coloured tears of heavens finest Angels processed through a maze of vials keep them both innocent and suspended in an ageless sleep. Forever at peace, forever oblivious to the peril and menace she faces.

The only other creature in her league, guarding her children in her absence, her faithful Lemaca. A small canine like creature, rescued from the shores of Styx a millennium ago. Forever ready to defend her offspring, for it itself has no life to give. After centuries adorning amour forged in the dying breath of a daemon, the Lemaca is void of life, immortal and the perfect guardian. Smiling at the thought of her children's safety, her attention is drawn to the stricken world below.

A desolate, ravaged planet full of despair, yet it is not dire emotions she feels calling her. It is a distinct consciousness. Much stronger than any anguish. It is passion… She feels a burning fire of thought that awakens memories of her decision to ascend to the heavens.

If only she could remember the reason.

Yes… It was a word. A simple, four letter word, and yet it carries the weight equal to that at the centre of a black hole. A single word that changed her forever and has defined her for an eternity, her purpose for being... Love!

Looking at the world below with a heavy heart she wonders if there can be such a thing as love left in this place. Yet the feeling of passion remains, it is calling her... Only time will attest to both the future of the world below and the loneliness that has so filled her heart for an eternity. For now there is work to be done… Change may soon be upon them all…

Kelt 2009