Chapter 2. Purpose

There is one dream that makes Bella weep. She is in the void again, watching the birth of stars and reveling in the unfurling of vast wings. She is shining, a pulsing glorious light brighter than any of the stars, and her radiance reaches out to caress the other shining forms that she knows are her sistersbrothersKIN. Together there are seven of them, sharing this existence with each other. They are bright and quick and clever as she leads them on a graceful dance among the fiercely burning orbs, twirling around a binary system and engulfing the slowly forming moons of a languid gaseous planet in their vast glowing forms.

They are a Song.

They are a Song, and there is a Voice.

There is a Voice, it is a presence that permeates all, and even as she can feel it twining through her being down to the smallest particle of her existence, she feels no fear or panic at the all-encompassing might and terrible power.(so much greater than she can comprehend)

This being is bright and glorious and even as she feels how easily it could destroy her(erase her never was never would be) something inside her slots into place and it feels so very, very right.

This being is Truth, and Creation, and Father. Bella knows that she loves this being which brought her and her kin into being as much as she is capable of, the very core of her existence resonates with her love. This is what she was created for. This is what she is.

She is light and purpose and devotion for this being, and she knows that nothing else will ever truly matter. Because what else is there than this being? Her Creator who is and was and will be. What greater purpose could there be than to love and to worship the glory and the truth that is the Creator of all?