Infinite Void

Hearing the flame consuming the flower as if the plant transforms into a animal

The day begins, a shadow comes forth and not a sound to hear. The echoes start to copy the silence. The footsteps could be heard from a mile away. The sky is filled with fire and ice, it is a sight never witnessed. The seasons are no more and humanity is forever banished from thin air. Only a spirit lives on, a spirit filled with love and mourn. The air is very stiff and this spirit comes fourth only to see a rock falling very swiftly. A moment later the rock becomes ginormous and destroys the surrounding trees. It looked frightened but the spirited remained at ease. What kind of distance awaits? What kind of soul lets the world be filled with emptiness? It transpires what is lost, what is really alive and really seen. A bird appears, a creature so divine it's feathers are white as snow and it's cries, sincere as a new born. No communication is foretold but the spirit knows what the creature foretells. The journey to the massive flame.

 It was not reachable nor was it ever heard of. The land was so distant that the universe was a part of its glory. The spirit remembers it's name, "Loris". Loris traveled far, he needed not food nor water. He was a spirit after all. The ground was filled with mud and clouds were kept dark with thunder. On his journey Loris knew that this flame was a chance to save this empty world. He knew that the flame could give him a chance to forgive his past life dues. Suddenly the air was greatly shouted by thunder, and lighting so severe it stroke Loris. Blinded and the echoes of those footsteps remained clear. He was not alone, He was followed. Upon waking he knew that days have passed and his surroundings were no more. The only thing he could see was the flame. Burning with power, gazing into his eyes almost hypnotizing. His whole spiritual body was sunk into the flame. Pain was also remembered, the complete nerves of every lost bone burning, and his lost flesh consumed back into the fire. His spiritual body was no more, he could see his hands, he could see his flesh, his wounds, just burning. The only sound were of cries. Soon he started crying, asking for relief, for the spare moment of peace. It was not given, peace was not reachable. What kind of opposing force could bestow upon his life, a devastated fate. 

 Everything flashed and not a breath came, He awake for the second time. At last for centuries of burning, of waiting for the spare freedom. He saw the ocean, Massive and conflicting. It was not ordinary, it was opposing.

It gave him a signal that he was not free, for a second later the ocean consumed him. Swallowed like Jonah.

 Only this was not from a mammal, but from water. He could hear the sounds of only water surrounding his body. The only thing on his mind was his past due events. The life he lived, the women he aroused and played with, the games he enjoyed, and the death he awaited. He felt agony, muscles swollen, his spirit crushed by pain. He wished for death, but realized he was already dead. He has been dead for a long time.

 He gave up his spirit, he gave up his hope of peace, He yelled at the ocean, "I Give Up, No more hoping for life, I'm Tired Of This Game, I Don't Deserve Peace". A second later everything vanished, He was on a bed filled with flowers. Was this a dream? Trumpets could be heard from a distant. The sound of singing angels as well. He looked outside, there was land filled with flowers and trees so huge, mountains were fearful. The sky blue and bold, one man he saw. with his hand out, all he heard was, "Give me your hand, I'll give you what you asked of me". His feet lifted off the ground and every bone in his body felt light as a feather, he felt happiness so consuming it was new. He knew that the place he was going was greatly trusted and greatly this man's kingdom.