Prologue
Will…
And bony tentacles snaked forward unto their goal. Should a human have been present it would have compared them to the fingers on its simian hands, mercifully, for the human, it was not present. Within their strange flesh emotions best likened to ambition, intent, determination and desire were carried forward. An artifact from a consumed aeon bopped in invisible currents.
Will…
And it was constructed from lost elements. Its shape constantly appeared to change; fractals, thorns, theorems and…other shapes flowed over in each other, granting new meanings as it erased old ones, others interwove into new forms and yet others ripped themselves apart in angles that most sapient minds couldn't understand.
Will…
And the tentacles gently slithered around the object, afraid that they would cut themselves upon its sharp points and razor like angles, and then they gripped firm. The tentacles increased their grip more and more. Until eventually the pressure became too great. The fickle laws of the matterium demanded that the separate edges of both blur and then become a thing of the immutable past.
Will…
And metaphysical entities crossed over. Each a distinct part of a bright star system that stretched outwards from a single great line, the here and the now. As the bright point reached further the line remained still and yet moved. A cosmic string of matter that vibrated maddingly in the currents of the warp. An interplay that nothing understood.
Will…
And force was exerted. The system changed the position of a constituent part. An angle that intersected within. It rotated and twisted itself until extensions tinged against others. The whole was more magnificent than the parts which were separate and yet indistinguishable due to the promise it made. Stretching across the warp to that twitching string of reality where part remained. Running parallel before intersecting so as to become rigid.
Will…
And light and darkness raced between eternally changing nodes of identities. It twisted and changed and altered itself within their framework. It needed to alter the paths taken. And as it did so did paths open and close beyond its awareness and thus control. The light became an all pervasive power which introduced shadow. A jet black bolt rang out at the periphery in the center, a terrible white light.
Will…
And it intervened along with the rest of its intertwined self. A murmur accompanied the never ending silence of the cut, carried along shores of old greatness. It sang aloud of the fluid rigidity of the bahzhakhain, of its triumph ringing sharply into the echoing voids, heralding the dawn of the unforsaken memory.
Faith…
The Warp sang back to it. The approaching sound was a cacophony of discord and harmony that somehow resonated with their own song. Within, without and beneath the rippling line curling into a smile dawned something searingly cold. It was vast. Glorious. And above all, terrible. Somewhere… a god was laughing at them.
A laugh, louder and more demanding than the rest, boomed over them. Another one, and then another bark and then he opened his eyes. Light silhouetted a shape, beckoning him to rise. The memory of the dream driven away by incessant barking he rose from his bed. The old man had something…