Where there was an unfeeling cold, warmth embraced a newborn life, a mind, knowing yet ignorant, emerged from the cold of the void. The mind has its first thought and with it, you come into being.
Where there was nothing but darkness, light came to be, momentarily blinding you and as the light receded you, a newborn, found yourself plummeting to earth and as you fell, you beheld a majestic blue sky, as blue as a sky could ever be. You look down and you see clouds, slowly parting before you and behind them, a grand city, with buildings that reached up into the sky like grasping fingers, lights of every color, sparkled throughout its expanse like a beacon. It was a sight that you found to be…
beautiful as you fell through gossamer clouds, yielding in your wake.
Where there was eternal silence, sound roared to life with the winds roaring around your nascent, unfinished form as you plummet down towards the steadily growing city. Yet, you did not feel fear, you did not scream for your life, there was no careless flailing in a futile attempt to slow your fall. In fact, you did not feel anything at all. you simply drink in the sights as it rushes up to meet you, contemplating on the new concept that is yourself and this rather sudden turn of events upon your conception.
What am I? You think to yourself, not to ask what you literally were, you already know what you are. You are a
god or rather, you have the
potential to become one. Right now, you are small… insignificant. Barely a spark with the latent yet barest ability to turn into a blaze, but that, you thought, would take a lot of time and as of this moment, you have plenty of it but nevertheless, it was still a good question.
Just what are you? What is your purpose? Why are you here? You had these questions, but have no answers for any of them. You just know that you are
so small, you barely have enough power to will yourself into a more suitable form, if only you were
more.
It felt as if you could fall forever and you knew you could but something stopped you. You did not know what it was. All you knew is that you felt as if you
needed to enter the city, but why? Instinct perhaps? It had to be, as the tallest building in the city began to draw near, you felt yourself being pulled to something, or to be specific, multiple somethings, all scattered throughout the city, they seemed to be reaching out to you but in your limited form, you could only reach one. Just one. But which?
I'm going to die…
You hear a voice of resigned horror. A whisper of Despondence.
I'm going to die… Please god, I don't want to die... Not here, please…
As if a dam had broken, more began to join in.
I don't want to die.. I don't want to die…!
Sorrow.
…. -nly the pier had survived, maybe we could've had a chance…
Frustration.
…-ep telling them suits that we gotta fix the goddamn thing but do they listen? Noooo-
Foreboding.
…-aybe I should do another reading, I probably shuffled them wrong...
Desperation.
…-nit! Client's bleeding out! Ingram, plug up tha-...
It took nearly everything your miniscule divinity could muster to silence the whispers before they grew too much. Lust, Envy, Hate, Greed, Deceit. There were so many. So many… But it was not all that bad, you managed to catch a few, more hopeful murmurs from it all. You managed to catch faint Hope, Determination, Love and Faith. This is a city full of glimmers of opportunities! Yes! Opportunities! This is what you needed!
This is how you are going to become more than what you are!
Which should you pick? You knew that as soon as you chose one of them, the rest will be lost to you forever. You needed to think about this carefully, you needed more power, a form of your own, but you can't get either of those unless you start a following. You don't need much for the moment, just simply the belief of one person is enough for now.
After a moment of deliberation, you made your decision and as if knowing you did, you suddenly flew towards it. You watch as buildings begin to fly by the corner of your eye, blurred figures rushing past as you go faster, picking up speed and accelerating towards your goal. You reach out to touch it….
I
Am.
What do you reach out to? (Choose one)
[ ] Despondence. A smoking gun, its victim of wrath and greed, left to die.
[ ] Sorrow. A rotting fairground, once full of life, now a memorial of happier times.
[ ] Frustration. A malfunctioning ad, a man fixing what neglect had wrought.
[ ] Foreboding. A deck of tarot cards, its reader in denial of dark omens to come.
[ ] Desperation. An armored ambulance, apothecaries with helping hands, armed to kill.
[ ] Lust. A brothel, where desires come to life, bodies intertwining in passion.
[ ] Justice. A police badge, an oath to protect and serve, its bearer determined to punish the guilty.
[ ] Determination. A set of weights, soaked with dedication, building the strength of its users.
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