Nothing but vast oceans of light.
Currents of energy,
a sea of vibrations.
Amongst it all, was she.
Complete and utter dispersal.
Then, there –
at the edges,
there was a form. a shape.
Something that was.
It had a face.
It had a name.
It opened its eyes.
Olive didn’t remember such brightness. The world, it seemed, was filled with things that accosted the senses. Like a newborn, she blinked against it until she could make out the trees. With them, came knowledge. Memories – an identity. She was Olive, and this was the north.
Her north.
Somewhere; somewhere different than that vast presence that heard everything, she could hear movement. She perceived the hustle and bustle of a gathering group.
She heard the voices of her children.
Olive couldn’t say how she did it, for she did not feel her feet move, but she was looking upon them. She had seemingly approached from the back, and from that vantage point she watched them all, those of her blood and those without,
but they were watching them
It was impossible not to know Dalmatia, the look of new love smeared across her bespeckled face. The man beside her, she couldn’t recall. He looked noble. They looked the paragon of partnership.
Some things came back slowly and some came back quickly; some came back in pieces, and others not at all. The memories were more of a feeling which gripped her, viscerally. She was this place. She was those who had gathered. Those who were not present, were not noticed.
Of those present, she was exceptionally aware.
She smiled – oh, how she smiled! Through and through, it was as if the core of her being shone outward, casting a glow on the earth beneath her and the air that connected with her spectral skin.
The sylph hadn’t forgotten it, not one bit. She hadn’t been blinded in her death. It was just... instead of being everywhere at once, now she was here. Singularly here. Seeing only this.
Olive couldn’t feel the chill to the air, the smell of the bouquet so diligently prepared, nor the hunger of not having eaten for years; but she felt them, and that was everything. The woman could focus on nothing else. She lifted her nose to the sky, awash in the presence of those she loved deeply, and thanked all of the gods that existed in the great ether for such a privilege.
It seemed that her resounding piety, when she walked upon this planet, had finally paid off.
Her north.
Somewhere; somewhere different than that vast presence that heard everything, she could hear movement. She perceived the hustle and bustle of a gathering group.
She heard the voices of her children.
Olive couldn’t say how she did it, for she did not feel her feet move, but she was looking upon them. She had seemingly approached from the back, and from that vantage point she watched them all, those of her blood and those without,
but they were watching them
It was impossible not to know Dalmatia, the look of new love smeared across her bespeckled face. The man beside her, she couldn’t recall. He looked noble. They looked the paragon of partnership.
Some things came back slowly and some came back quickly; some came back in pieces, and others not at all. The memories were more of a feeling which gripped her, viscerally. She was this place. She was those who had gathered. Those who were not present, were not noticed.
Of those present, she was exceptionally aware.
She smiled – oh, how she smiled! Through and through, it was as if the core of her being shone outward, casting a glow on the earth beneath her and the air that connected with her spectral skin.
The sylph hadn’t forgotten it, not one bit. She hadn’t been blinded in her death. It was just... instead of being everywhere at once, now she was here. Singularly here. Seeing only this.
Olive couldn’t feel the chill to the air, the smell of the bouquet so diligently prepared, nor the hunger of not having eaten for years; but she felt them, and that was everything. The woman could focus on nothing else. She lifted her nose to the sky, awash in the presence of those she loved deeply, and thanked all of the gods that existed in the great ether for such a privilege.
It seemed that her resounding piety, when she walked upon this planet, had finally paid off.
in what ethereal dances,
by what eternal streams
