Visions, memories, flashes of other worlds.
I remember falling, the wall between realms is so high, pristine white, lined with gates and overhanging to view The realms. It felt like I fell for ages, the farther I fell bits of my form burn off, until I was a single bit of light. Blackness surrounded me. I think I took refuge in this form, and now memories that were placed on my soul are unlocking.
In part I believe I’ve always been. In some form or another, not always conscious, but as some primordial force of will unto myself.
I can feel them judging me. But also protecting me. I’m thankful for that.
I don’t remember why I fell. Maybe that’s part of it. Should I feel guilt? I know I’m not out of favor with the light, but I don’t know what to do now. How do I get back?
I’m ready for more.
