{Introduction}

"Why do I exist?" she questioned, her faint voice being heard in an echo that seemed to create the very walls of the white space of which she existed in. "I wonder…what is my purpose?"
"You exist because you want to exist. Your purpose has yet to be discovered. You have no means of existence, but still you exist." His voice answered, deep and overbearing, echoing through the white space and penetrating her barrier of which hadn't been anything at all.
"Why is that?" she spoke, her voice surrounding her, surrounding this space of pure, majestic white.
"Why, you ask? It is because you would like to exist, to believe you exist now. And so for this reason you have given yourself life, a form of which you can materialize and live among them, existing just as they do." His voice answered with godly manner.
She opened her eyes, escaping from the darkness. What she saw before her was the white space she'd created of which did not exist and yet took on a form of live only because she herself existed in it. Before her was white and nothing more. There was white below her, above her as well as above her and also at her sides. When she looked her flesh, flesh that did not appear as flesh but had taken the form of the white moving transparently with silence along her, she glimpse the creation of her own life, small flickers of burning matter, golden light. She shut her eyes and then opened them again, blinking slowly. It was then that it daunted on her that she'd gain the sense of observing, the sense to see and visualized freely as she pleased. She turned her head that had now become a white gas form of a skull that had yet to be complete. Fog had lifted, surrounding her just as the white had did. Where that fog, or that white that had coexisted along with her, came from she did not know; and yet somehow she had an emotion of gratefulness that it was there. Her body of existing white absorbed this fog. She shut her eyes again, something inside her taking place. Although it was black and she could not see, the ears that had yet to be complete listened; her sense of sound growing confident and precise. What she'd been hearing was the creation of herself. What she'd heard was the sound of her diaphragm moving within the body that was not complete. She began to feel, gaining yet another sense. She felt her diaphragm move, enlarging and sinking, becoming noticeable and then unnoticeable to her developing sense. She listened to the whispering gentle sounds of her own breathing, felt herself taking a breath. She inhaled and exhaled, feeling her body take on form. A newly found emotion became apparent to her as she breathed for the first time. It was a blossoming sense of becoming alive that was birthing inside of her. It was pure hope, beginning to reside in her.
She continued to breathe, listening eagerly.
And then, "Is this what it feels like to exist?"
"Yes. This is existing. This is being alive." The man answered, in his same overbearing tone. "Are you satisfied?"
The girl's eyes fluttered openly sleepily, she'd still been dazed by everything that was happening, by being created into something; into a form of which she was allowed to exist in. For a moment she began to think. Where had the man's strong voice come from? It may have sounded as if the man had been far away, but she felt his presence near. Where was the man? Did he exist too?
Was he someone that existed within her?
"I am…satisfied." She said, giving a response.
"That is pleasing to hear, my child." He said, proud.
"Are you perhaps, a Father of mine?" she asked, sensing his presence becoming stronger. Her creation began to form swiftly. Her exist was more becoming more apparent. She could feel her own life being born, taking a more solid form. She shut her eyes in fear.
"I am Aries, a God of War, and however not Victory. I do not care for it as I do not care for the outcome of your purpose. I am a Father of yours, one of which wishes just for your existence."
She squinted her eyes open, an upsetting feeling taking root in her stomach. It had been anxiousness. Would she ever see this man?
"Father…" she spoke. "Where do you exist?"
There was a silence, a silence that gave the girl the feeling of fear. She looked beyond herself, around to see what other than that white that had taken part in her creation existed. Her eyes found something like a dot. It could be seen as a salmon pink dot on a white painted wall. The harder she concentrated on it, the more it became apparent. It then grew suddenly, expanding beyond her view. Instead of white, it now surrounded her. Markings became to exist along with her and the strange man who claimed himself her Father. The markings, an earthly brown, took shape just has her body had. It was now not white without a permit form, but an actual human body with no color or tone. The markings took the shape of the Arian zodiac symbol. It began with one gigantic symbol one a salmon pink wall, but then suddenly those same markings existed along that first marking, both above and below it. Every second marking was upside down. They began to move as a transparent symbol took place along the salmon pink wall. It was a circle. A circle withholding every zodiac symbol.
The circle too move, causing the girl great fear.
"I exist here. I exist there. I exist within you and everywhere else around you. I do not have form, but still I exist. This is because you exist, because you allow me to exist. You want for me to exist and so I do." He answered surely.
"And if I wanted for you to take on a form, perhaps such a form as this?" she asked, referring to the body in which she existed in.
"I have no need, and so I am unable to take form. This is my choice, and it is something you are unable to change. But because you want me to exist still, I do. I have no choice but to exist, even if it is only for you."
"Father," she spoke, feeling something washing over the body she'd been given and had created from the fog of white. "Where will I exist now?"
"You gave yourself life. You gave yourself existence. It is I that will gift you with a home to exist in, for you cannot exist here. You must go from here now, my child. Exist as you are, as you wished. Exist with the power of life that I have stored for you within every breath you breathe."
"Is this the end of your existence?"
"No, but it is the end of me. I will exist now, but with no form or life power. I will exist within you, my child." He said, with some amount of love trailing behind his words. "I will now care for you from afar as your beating heart, your source of life power."
"Can you exist in such a way?" she questioned, her voice still as faint.
Because her father did not answer and her eyes began to close, she accepted his silence as her fate. Darkness now surrounded her. She began to once more become nonexistent. Her every sense began to fade.
"Now my child, it will be I who will show you existence of which you have created and wished for." Her father's voice said, finding her ears and becoming the last words that would be spoken and heard.
In the darkness that same Arian symbol appeared, as if marking her existence. Somehow she knew that when her eyes choose to open again, truly then she would be existing.
She became overwhelmed by a fierce heat. Suddenly, she grew hot, feeling as if she'd been on fire. She took her last breath.