Mother!
fire:
there was only chaos. there was only the crackle of flames, the structures crumbling, and the screams of the people burning.
and in the center of all the destruction...was Mother. soon, she too was lost to the fire.
and then, there was only darkness.
inside that silent darkness, a pair of hands, His hands, stained with ashes, cradled an object in the gentle, caring grasp of His fingers. the object was small, made up all over with rough edges, but was nonetheless beautiful, and most precious.
a promise of a smile began on his lips, but did not blossom. instead, His eyes fell downcast as He placed the object upon its post. and then, there was light.
light bloomed from the object and spread across the whole surface of the house. the frames and walls were restored, the ashes cleared, and His home was whole again.
in His bed, a body formed beneath the sheets. an arm arose from the folds and reached out, only to find Him to be gone from Her side.
a woman, young and beautiful, her long hair tied into a braid, rose upright. Mother.
Her eyes blinked in the dawn's light, then looked all about before she called out for Him, Her husband, Her love,
"baby?"
Here's the start of a novelization of the film mother! I've got cooking up.
The story will be narrated like an oral tale, akin to a Grimm's tale or ancient myth, and the grammar will be stylized as you see here; all capitalizations will be selective. And only this prologue will be past tense, the remainder will be present tense.
Keep your eyes peeled.
