The outer space - often imagined as a dark black curtain with stars and planets spread across it like specks of shimmering white dust. In this vast curtain, Man may not even register on scale of size.
In middle of such a not-so-empty cosmos - where stars blaze bright ; hestands. At first glance he seems to be standing on nothing i.e. floating in empty space, but that is not true for he is currently standing atop his hopes & ideals.
His body and mind urge to run - far, far away ; his foot kicks off from his hopes & ideals, onto a path unseen to our naive eyes. ¨The Man¨dashes ahead, ahead of his hopes and ideals, ahead towards his DREAM.
In his left arm he is holding very dearly unto a glowing pink orb, called - "The Truth" which seems to be quite alluring equipped with a weight which can't be felt by naive hands such as ourselves. His curious dark brown eyes wander left to right, from top to bottom ; they seem to be in search of a certain something or someone. Spotting something he takes a sharp left turn.
From his right arm a soothing lime light is emitting.. Click! - a bizarre emerald lighter ignites, casting a ferocious red flame. He flicks the lighter upward; the flame slices open the cosmos like fabric . He takes two steps back - then takes a leap of FAITH through the opening, after a while the tear stitches itself closed. This one was the 67th Gate opened by him in this journey.
At the 67th Gate :-
His eyes start to wander again: to the right- he sees some yellow; to the left- some red.
He dashes left, steady and swift. Minutes later he stops, drawing in- a long breath... The lighter snaps again; Again, a rip in cosmos. Again, a leap of faith. He exhales...
Now passed the 68th Gate :-
His eyes roam once more. To the left- some red. Without a thought, he dashes left, faster and faster...
But after a while he halts, grief rising. Regret floods his heart; a sigh of frustration and anger escapes from his lips - 'Shit... it's the wrong turn!!'.
Too hasty- just after seeing some red without even a glimpse of the right, he chose the wrong left.
He turns back, the path left behind leads back to the 68th Gate.
The 68th Gate (again):-
To left- some red, to right- an orange tint. The lighter is lifted again this time with a flicker of hope and a breath of relief. The ferocious red spark flares, a sudden chilly breeze of wind blows from behind his back extinguishing the flames.
A shiver runs down his spine, his body instinctively moves away from the wind....
A beastly grumble is heard as a humongous figure appears in front of him. It seems that while The Man sought something, another someone sought The Man.
The Man looked uneasy by the figure but it was fine as it turns out he had expected this meeting around the 70th Gate all along...
In the center of this cosmos, two Supreme Entities face each other.
A mountain of a being - "The Destruction" looms above this regularly sized human.
We, with our naive minds, cannot seem to imagine its entire frame at once. Its glare seemed enough to freeze even gods. From its immense right ear hung an earring with a long blank paper called- "The Wish" , the paper waved like a flag, dancing along the cosmic energy surrounding ¨The Destruction¨.
Parting its ravine-like lips, with a eruption-like voice it spoke: "WAIT HERE YOU!!! , DON'T DARE TO GO ANY FURTHER !!! , the path you want to take seems to you to be a selfless path of self sacrifice but it is quite the contrary; consider the potential of the power you hold-it is not just any mere force… it is 'The Force'."
The Man looked up at The Destruction right in his massive nebula like eyes, sharpening his sight he stands straight up - taking a deep breath he shouts commands at the being: "SHUT-UP !!!"
"The Man's words seemed sharp enough to split the stars, he continued - "I have known you for well enough time to decide what to make of your words; heck! even if I wished to believe them, no matter what- this verse will not allow it. Where you stand and where I stand, there is no second thought for them. We are fated to rip out each other's hearts - in the battle which decides theTRUTH!!!."
The Destruction in acceptance of the man words replies- "Very well then, this seems like the only way". With heavy sorrow in its heart, it rips out that weeping heart with its hands and crushes it into tiny glass like crimson shards, absorbing the essence eradicated from it. For its last ever battle seems like just the perfect time to transform into "The Being of True Destruction".
In answer, The Man draws forth his sword called "The Blade", it gleamed white enchanted with a binding called "The Force", his left hand still clutching the pink orb -The Truth.
The two march towards each other, getting closer and closer until just a hair's width apart the very next second...
An epic crash unfolds, reality itself seemed to be wavering, no being in any verse could comprehend the scale and complexity of this unreal clash.
The matter and energy tackling each other as timeand spaceconstantly keep breaking each other in loops.
In this cosmic battleground where there is no day , the night begins to shine. [1]
In this bizarre[2]duel unlike anything else, they spend nearly all their celestial might.
As the end nears, victory leaning towards The Man - he asks his nemesis :-
"At last… may I now fulfill my dream, my friend ? ...."
After a moment of silence , The Destruction puts forth, AN APOLOGY !??
"…Sorry for my actions." - The Destruction lowers its gaze, not for some guilt of the past, but for the deed to come in the present.
It plucks The Wish from its ear and prays to it, in a way incomplete yet more complete than anything else before it at last ending with a chant: "Summon… The Chaos."
The blank paper shines bright with this new name. It burns away bright and loud.
And indeed, The Chaosarrives...
She creeps up on The Man from behind. Her arms entangle him. Her deadly poisonous naked body clings tightly to his back .
Her scorching and lustful poison in grave him, already exhausted after the clash he isn't able to push her away. The fierceness of her skin burns through all of his defenses.
Clinging unto him even more intensely she drags him downwards. Away from this cosmos to her home, drowning along with him into the sea of her poison she clings on hard to him, not letting go.
The Man lies flat - seeing the light from above, he tries to reach it but The Chaos still clinging to his back pulls him deeper into the dark depths were any ray of hope cannot reach.
But The Chaos drowning in her own sea of poison has also now started to experience the effects.
The Man still trying to escape his end , elbows her chest .
The Chaos lets out a softgrunt - looking at The Man with eyes full of affection and sorrow she says - "Don't push me away now- Come....now be one with me, as we die drowning in this sea of acceptance."
She holds The Man and pulls up till his shoulders, opening her mouth as her sharp canines drip with a specially strong poison - she bites down hard into his neck ...
The Man lets out a grunt in grief - as the teeth pierce into him, the poison enters his being and that too is no ordinary poison - rather the strongest poison of all: The Regrets of the Past.
His heart grows cold, the orb glows a faint pink, the wandering of his deep brown eyes seems to have come to an end - The eyes close shut...
Along with The Dream they carry...
An eternal rest...
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[1] This a reference to a song.
[2] You know this one...