Spectral Lore - Sol Medius

The horizon, an unfathomable darkness
Beacons of light within, gleam dimly
From the farthest of existence

The offspring observes
A history written in reverse
Leading to
One Exhalation

Of an unknown breath.

Parallel structures emerge
Between incomparable proportions
Revealed symmetry
From aberrant appearance.

Awareness paints a mirage of self-singularity
From it, a volition of immortality.

The vessel of intellect
Thrusts the sight, light years away
An acceleration bending the fabric of spacetime
Leading into the Heart of the Cosmos.

Wandering the blackened void, there lie
Elemental whispers of the primordial Ordinance

Attracting each other, forming clouds
Which collapse into higher densities

A unity of spherical mass
With a diadem as umbilical chord.

Thus, the God-Kings are born
The ever-burning forges of the cosmos
Bearers of the strength to meld the core of matter together
Condensing into weight, forcing into substance
From the remnants, their children arise
Hearth-givers and messengers to them alike.

The sight, however wondrous, returns incomplete
A rope of one lineage connects existence all throughout
From weightless elements to beasts of metal mass
From oneness to mind-bending complexity.

Spectral, though, is the hand that infuses with spirit
If it is not grabbed, how won't it always vanish?
When even Gods one day fade out.

The dream is dying, the mirror cracking
The begetter cannot protect the offspring
From the blazing fate of his own demise
Yet, lays down all else in their grasp.

Within the endless dark sea of unknowing
The rays of far-away beacons
Still conjoin in patterns meaningful

An explosion of evitability
The self-transforming agents
Divine feedback mechanisms
Returning the sight inwards

We are Soldiers
Volition of the Universe
Sentinels of All

Murderers of Self
Scorners of Oblivion

Impermanence and transformation
Complexity and bonding
Progression of Logos,
Extra-conscious transcendence

A spiral path we must walk
Towards an ever-dark horizon.