Disclaimer: Don't own any of the characters. If I did, chaos and Kos-mos would have made lots and lots of babies together. Yeah.
Time-frame: Post XS3
One Day, Three Autumns
She was in space.
She has never been in space; she remembers the sun beating down on torched skins as she and people she can barely commit to memory toil for their livelihood and survival. She remembers sand, as fine as the passages of time, which constantly marred her eyes. She recalls the market place, flanks of lambs here, dates, figs and grapes there, in a sea of people trading and bartering amidst the smell of anxiety and fear as Roman soldiers gallivant around the city. The city with its weathered walls that talks of tales of nameless men and women lingers still in her mind. Finally, she remembers the boy, no – man, whom unearths her long forgotten memories of ages and ages gone by.
A city of sweltering heat in summer and blistering cold in winter, surrounded by mountains, valleys and dry riverbeds, a place and time of messianic prophecies (most of them foolhardy, some with valid basis), of convening with fellow believers and heretics, of preaching, of miraculous healings and events, of crucifixions and violence, of sweat, blood and tears, and most of all, it is a city where gods have met, wept, and loved, Yerushalem was – is home.
Gentle caresses and kind eyes underneath the endless blue sky, simple meals of Holishkes or Matzo Brei accompanying the presence of teachers and disciples; moments like these remains ingrained in her mind like a flashback sequence, repeating itself in a mad tide of crescendo. Long talks of the past, present and
future, and for a moment there, she feels her heart will break all over again.
She remembers fear for the man and his impending future and inescapable destiny, she recognizes apprehension for the decision she will have to make and the guilt that will surely follow, and lastly, she remembers love, despite how her actions may have betrayed her real nature and purpose, she sees love because it is only with him, with his eyes open, his lungs breathing, his mouth talking and smiling, it is only then that she becomes aware of that city of half-remembered stories and myths. Only with him does she become conscious of days when they were gods, when their only purpose was to walk the earth and rekindle the light of hope within humanity.
Kos-mos opens her eyes and sees the emptiness of space. The presence by her side is intangible yet very much alive; a warm existence that continually envelops her figure, for a minuscule second she feels something, as close to heat as an android could feel. A flicker of the mouth escapes her, a scarcely noticeable smile; a barest hint of what is to come.
It would not be long now, it would not be long, when Yerushalem would be as how it used to be. It would not be long when the age of gods will once again roam free.
Notes:
Holishkes – Stuffed cabbage rolls
Matzo Brei – Fried flatbread and eggs
