Epilogue: Carmilla!
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Bright eyed and star-haired, God sat atop the old mountain and slept with open eyes, his gaze fixed in a dream-state upon the skies: His dream, infinite; being, eternal; sense, cosmic—un-real and real, unbound. He sat sleeping and waking in turns; a flower that thrived skyward, sitting proudly and growing in ecstasy; His shroud heavenly; perch fringed delicately by mist and musk; and light and lightning His raiment.
From his feet that touched Carmilla's soil grew flowers that flowered the land. They sowed the soil with roots deeper than the trees' roots, till everything intermingled and became his extension and sang in unison with the breaths he took: He smiled and the land smiled; He shook and the land shook; He exhaled and the world sighed in rapturous melodies, soothing to all hearts.
Wind, callous-handed and coarsened from many sun-beaten days of summer and cold-begotten nights of winter, touched the glowing God's body and became his breath. And Men worshipped him whilst they lay sleeping, stood waking; their eyes swallowing tears and dreaming securely beneath the lids.
There was no imperfection to be discovered on His body. God was perfect, present and visible in all manner of creatures: He shined in eyes, burnt in hearts, galloped in veins—unbridled, a primal energy, dearest to all.
They came from all corners of the world, singing hymns and carrying hopes and flowers, eyes lowered in prayers, hands joined in adoration. None would leave here without casting his eyes, in which existed a love man had never bestowed upon kin and wife, upon his God and His blessings!
They saw Him in spaces between trees singing, between His birthed sons' and re-birthed Clan's white faces that jutted from bodies wrapped in black; and each body that perished in His love left behind a remnant flower, light-tipped and lingering, song-soaked and smiling. Hanabi had grown into a wild blue one by the forgotten, broken temple-stones. In death, she glimmered and sung! He had not forgotten her; so she stayed rooted inside the shallow and red-marked cut in the ground, cherishing the notion of joining with the love inside His bosom. This groove was no better than a grave—without visitors!
A pink one in shadow shuddered, still and quiet amidst grit and dust, gloomy and cloven to the ever-present splendour of His fear . . .
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EN: With this, Carmilla has reached its end. The ending utilises a diluted form of Theological Divine Love that's fairly common across orthodox religions; and whilst Sasuke's Godhood isn't necessarily a complete personification of the idea of Infinity (or eternity), he isn't that far off from the said concept, either; hence, every sensation he unleashes is very Cosmic by nature, and Man isn't a cosmic creature, which is why the effects have been . . . quite devastating.
I hope you all had as much fun reading the story as I had writing it.
Regards.
The End