Ascent
The light about rides along the pristine walls which stretch upward for infinity. The perfectly circular floor is spotless and gleaming ivory. The light emanates from some eternal source on high.
The floor ripples gently and the glassy surface moves. A soft hill rises slowly from the midst of it and a heavenly aura glows over it. As the wave rises higher a form appears. The healthy contours of a snowy face lifted to face home are revealed
as it steadily grows. The feeling painted of purest cloud upon the perfect countenance is one of pure passion and the lips curl out in a thought as if to caress the air about it. The eyes covered by intricate untouched lashes remain closed as the fluid
drains from the flawless features.
The figure rises surely and the quicksilvered ivory rolls off it's shoulders. The arms gently slanting outwards are unmasked and the crystalline accuracy of the glowing unmoving pinnacle of light is brought in to exact focus. Hands of softness and
peace are separated from the rolling floor. The posture of the gently arching back is ornamented with soft natural curves and waves of silk.
The legs fade into utter white light and they are lost in splendor as they emerge. As the figure separates the milky floor fades into gloss once more. The figure continues ascending slowly and begins to slowly rotate. As it does this it's silence
of motion is broken and two ethereal arms float upward. The tips of the fingers come to the apex and and it begins to move faster slightly. The air flows gently from above and smoothly over the caressed curves of the form. The blinding light surroundin
g makes the floor dissolve away into nothing beneath.
The image of perfection begins to turn and rotate faster. It wisps along the walls of the circular rotunda facing inwards as it ascends with it's closed gaze forever skyward and arms before it. The blinding tail stretches its light farther behind
as it flows upwards.
The light from above grows stronger and the ascent slows slightly. The light emanates from just ahead and the form slows to a near stop. As the form slowly rises it's pale eyelids open to reveal brightest hues of color from within. A brazen torch
of gleaming silver burns directly over the end of the tunnel, being the brightest now than it could possibly ever have been imagined to be. It's flame, barely animate and rippling, envelopes the entire opening to the consummation of the ivory tunnel.
As the body of light passes through the warm blast of glowing radiance it seeps into another place, not so far away. It rises from waves of alabaster flame and is bathed in lights of all spectrums in the most intense amounts. It's figure moves forw
ard as it's head now glides about viewing an amazing spectacle. The form floats in the midst of innumerable hosts of glowing bodies. Each of their lighted bodies in an individual hue dwell in galleries stretching up for seeming eternity, as they glance
with love down at the new figure.
Directly before the form is a large gleaming crowd. They are casts of men and women which stare prolongingly to the smooth pristine and ivory lighted presence. A man standing in the midst of them raises his powerful arms of flesh in invitation to t
he new radiance.
As the form glides into the midst of the crowd it's pristine eyes meet with those of the crowd. It it's eye's understanding blooms and the look of mutual acquaintance builds up, but still it flies forward. As it nears the large man their eyes meet
and a bond of compassion, love and joy fills the eyes of the snowy figure. The arms of the white form lock with the man's arms and in the softest peace-giving voice the man breathes the words, "Welcome home."
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