The way of travel was swift for him—in the wish of a moment, he moved from his cottage to the ends of the country he had built. He bent at a shoreline before a still water, a vast ocean without waves that mirrored blackness above so no horizon could be seen where the grid of green topographical lines ended….He bent to touch the water and out from his finger rippled the present ocean there, "….There should be stars." As if by bidding this, the blackness began to tear, cosmic glow spreading through the budding sky and where Cassius willed—tearing through the black blanket, great lights, suns, were born to spiral out from their flares of light, violent arms of hot energy releasing the beginnings of new stars and planets, sending these off at incredible speeds to rip through others' paths, collide, spreading among the ruined black fabric now crystallizing its order of planets, stars, and suns….The net of green warping and turning in on itself, showing the tumultuous paths and their windings fragments exploded from origins, and Cassius came down from the new heaven with his mind contemplating this organization of chaos above….and the many connected to him admired what he had done. So many stars burned hotter than the sun he had once lived under, while others burned so cold they gave off an opaque light….Many in between these extremes existed now, sparkling far and wide. Cassius turned from this heaven he had created, and still more sparks of light stretched and webbed out farther, filling the green web.
He gazed upon the ocean again, and reflected on its surface, ending at a new horizon, was what he had started up above. He recalled that in his former life, he had known his ocean, and others', were landscapes of chasms, reaches of pillared mountains stabbing up from their depths—Making his memories the blueprint of his mind, pulling subconsciously from Isole's, he rended the bottom of the ocean, digging great, fathomless valleys, spreading out the land's shoreline on which he stood to bring up summits of stone, volcanos that seethed and lashed upward through the churning water's surface, some just brushing the bottom of the curling waves made by his order, and islands forming, bridges of land stretching, cold water and warm coursing together in the heat of motion spun by creation….and Isole's dream lent him her memories of Earth—royal blue waters, stunning aqua reefs, frothing white waves lapping at shores all over her planet, and Cassius drew upon the memories he had of his deep Beirchardt on Rakhana, and the vast Encompassing's treacherous depths over Kahje….More planets than he could recall having visited were shared to him by the many.
His oceans ran deeper, darker, and hopelessly immeasurable in depths for these places were willed to exist….He thrust his mind into the water, deep and violently ripping the bowels of this newly-sculpted underwater world, opening these to the currents that pulled the broiling green liquid outward and spreading it farther and wider, and the black rolling mudslide of a landscape below the waves began to sprout life through the green mesh-field, guiding all into form with his mind and that of Isole's living dream….Hot spheres of gas boiled upward, and cold depths fought ferociously to control the freed pouring-out of the new realm he was making with She asleep….The life spawning forth along the ridges of these aquatic mountains and valleys were rife with corals, sea beings spreading antennae and limbs to the new waters….These flourished, these multiplied….Small cells to great beasts sang forth from their beginnings, and wealthy were the oceans with this surge of faunae and florae. He took his time and yet he did not, Cassius feeling her sleeping and gradually he growing more aware of what had happened, where his creativity was being fed from aside the many and his own mind, and Cassius continued to form the oceans of other planets, moving farther out with his consciousness, taking from the many, taking from his sleeping love, taking from his own memories what he would build with….and much would be built yet. She continued to sleep, and the world, the dream grew richer, and yet Cassius was not satisfied with what he was making.
"I will call this kosme the Tree of Vea Lacei…." Among the many, he could hear their agreement that this title was appropriate, for since Isole had fallen into the Cauldron of Creation, the new order had seeded, sprouted, spread its roots to fill a void with connected nodes that were galaxies among the Tree of Vea Lacei, and leaf'ed had it with the growth and development of so many parts, complicated and self-rising from its creation, shivering the movement of new life….and more galaxies continued to connect, expand, and thrive.
Sitting down on the shore of his fomenting ocean, Cassius dipped his hands into the waters and thrust a splash to the new heaven, spreading more stars and galaxies to the limitless borders of her mind by these drops of water flying from his fingertips, "….I will continue what we had, Isole, for Continuity is our nature, and is natural for us….and while you dream, Isole, I will build for you what you have left me with my hands….as I did with my own lands when we were together."
The dreamer slept on.
Gazing into the ripples of his oceans, calming now from the tempestuous fit of their making, Cassius laid down on the glowing, green sands….The many whispered to him, sensing his present state of loneliness and suggesting to him what they thought….Though he could create what he wished, guide it to its distinctive path and forms, draw from shared memories of the infinite, Cassius was sorrowful and dissatisfied….The waters of his oceans calmed with his depression.
From a single tear that fell free of his eye, new Life was born….Its name was PIIO, and Cassius called it his Child.