She watched nothing, as nothingness was outside of where she had been. Prisoner within her home, she watched with tiny pinpricks for eyes, only able to remain stationary within the Maw of the Centerpoint. The Maw was her, and she was within it, within the expanse of emptiness of her home that used to provide her comfort.
Her thoughts drift by with an acute awareness of what she desired, a tentacle sliver reaching out as her prison became undone, and there they were once more. Her children, having not aged a day since they were so beautiful. She reached out to them to beseech them, beseech her love, but their gazes were uncompromising and rebuking, and she did not want them to look at her that way. She was thrown once more back into the blackness which she resented, rejected by her family and she did not understand why, and she reached out to them once more with the life currents of their Path, but they shut her off, their connection severed, the shadows shifting shut, and she wailed in the misery alone in the black abyss.
She attempted once more when her prison became loose. This time, an act of placation she attempted, but she was unheard once more, left in the black abyss of Maw. She had even begun to believe that maybe she had truly done something to upset her loved ones, her children and her love, but they did not hear her, leaving her in the emptiness.
Was she to remain in captivity, all because she desired? Beyond the realms, beyond the shadows… not where she could ever touch it, the of that rang in her head as even beyond the Maw, she could still hear it from the walkers within the Mind, touting her very sins and nature as a crime in which she was cursed.
The galaxy was what she helped to build, cultivating the seeds of growth until they became the lifeforce of the universe, the beautiful buds of seeds until they became flowers and trees, unheard of in the galaxy or even her loved ones of her children, only visiting to turn her back into the abyss that she did not want to return to. They had all simply abandoned her, and so she remained childrenless and unheard. Why had she been forsaken by her loved ones?
She had loved them, but they did not want to hear her. Even her love himself, the connection between them was severed, reaching to where it would never be reciprocated, reaching far beyond the scope of the connection that the universe would dare not split their love apart, for it was pure and just and was right. Who would ever judge their love for each other?
But he himself did. He had left her. And her lovelies, their beautiful children. They had done the same.
She had been forsaken and left to the throes of her home that once flooded through her with such joy, now laid despair.
Despair flooded through her once more. Why? She had changed herself for them, wanted to be like them so their family could live on, and did everything, sacrificed herself for them? Why didn't they understand that she had done it for their family, just so they could have her, the mother of them. She had done it for them, and they saw it as disgraceful, an abomination, a sin. Yet they drank and bathed in Power and Knowledge themselves.
Why couldn't she? Why was it a sin?
Damned to the shifting shadows of Maw, forsaken by all, she was nothing but the Chaos.
A tale of a beautiful goddess who once served the Ones, who brought beauty, held it within the grasp of the creation in the Celestials-for they were the ones who shaped this galaxy of their own, for it was in their tips of the fingers the Force wove and weaved the very fabric of existence within the Force that provided it through the Living Force, funneled through the very microscopic existence of fate and destiny, the very two words that bespoke of one's own future that was foreseen by the very few gifts of it and when it all faded into back into the Cosmic Force as it passed, their flames flickering out to return, it was the endless cycle those the Mind Walkers spoke of them: the Jedi, that they believed; a detachment of any close relations or human expressions such as love that would be a detriment to the touch of the darkness, that all things passed, that even the brightest of stars extinguished to only be made anew by the life energy that was the Force. All things and beings passed, it was why attachment to them was forbidden, as one would join the Force soon.
The Chaos Maker cared little of their beliefs, the very Code and conduct of what their rigid beliefs had placed them under. She escaped the confines of mortality placed upon her to be with her family. Even her children and love now was just a fleeting thought within the confines of her memories, of chaos and the loneliness within the Maw, a punishment that was reserved for the damned, and it was not not not fair, for all she did was just for her family. Nothing mattered except for her family, and they rejected her and casted her out, abandoning her.
Her love she still loved, Father, her Son and Daughter called him, and she was a dutiful Mother…
Yet condemned and damned she was. The aberration to the very life energy that binded this galaxy, the universe as a whole, together.
Her maw opened with rows of sharpened extensions of her teeth, to let loose a wailing bellow as these thoughts consumed her, and she loathed those words very much: hideous, foul, disgusting, monster…
Denial within the depths of her soul came forth, rattling the prison, shifting the Maw but most of her power was sealed away within it.
It then came to her.
For a moment, she did not hear the voice within her addled twisted perception and innermost thoughts.
She was able to tilt her head up, her perception within the shadows even strained in them.
Then she saw him.
The shadows faded, casted into a golden illumination that blinded even her for the moment where darkness was the only companion.
She saw perhaps the most beautiful figure in existence.
Shaped in the figure of man himself, for humanity she was certain never even laid their eyes on the image of this being, this majestic, exquisite figure, luminescence of gold teemed from him in waves that even she was a drop in the endless sea in comparison, even though she could very much shape herself to be otherwise.
His figure towered over her, dark skin within a rippling strong form and figure that was shaped like one of the many in a time before she drank from font or bathed in the pool, was of someone far more beautiful, far more so than her love or even her children.
The eyes of the man, a striking golden luminosity, for any attempt to say otherwise was someone who did not understand beauty, for she had never seen such beautiful eyes ever since her love had left her.
He stared at her, his golden beautiful gaze registering her. The luminosity casted even pushed away the shadows of her prison, allowing her to witness this being; this captured tormented soul who was abandoned by those she loved.
With a bare effort that can hardly be called such, he grasped her chin, tilting her head up. Silver pinpricks in a pool of empty darkness met his own, with hair that cascaded into the shadows, and he could very much see the torment in this one's soul.
This soul for she called herself Abeloth, trapped in this torment for what she was. Those she called Family could not see, blinded by their own hypocrisy in their Path.
With a bare will, his own form changed to meet hers, his lips scant from her. The tentacle appendages, writhing, he held them in his insurmountable power and grasp.
Then he spoke to her within their minds connected.
For a moment she felt this presence of this being as his image and form met hers; this beautiful being that she not knew his name but was beautiful all the same, this figure of such luminosity that shone brighter than the Force itself. His gaze captivating in a manner that was far more than anything of her love.
She clung onto the spoken words through their connected minds, even despite their Paths.
A beautiful thing forsaken…
His hand trailed over her face, and she was certain that he was not mocking her in a way. In the shared connection that had inexplicably formed since he had revealed himself to her, this being, this beautiful being, had shown what she simply had desired from the Family who had casted her and abandoned her out.
He knew her innermost thoughts, and even then, she wondered how could someone far more beautiful than her even believe she held some beauty herself? One who truly saw her for what she was.
She was back in her prison once more, the shadows of the Maw shifting shut, and the golden being, one of beauty, now gone.
Yet even as she beckoned to those beyond the stars that touched the Force, the beautiful being that spoke to her, she could not keep off the words he had spoken to her.