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A white expanse stretched on to infinity, devoid of any detail at all save for the specks of black that mixed into the background. Drawn by invisible currents the black specks formed great spirals that seemed to rest upon a horizon where there was none, playing tricks on the eye; they seemed close enough to grasp, but were infinitely far away. Was such their size, or a trick played by this realm.
Orientation could not be kept - up and down melded together, and left and right were arbitrary when they were one and the same. Here at this place, the cusp of time, all was both one none.
This place could only be likened to a point on Ouroboros, and was a fitting place for the final encounter for the two...well, they could only be described as Deities. This place was either the end of time, or the beginning. Perhaps...they were one in the same.
A sprawling bolt of blue cut through the endless expanse, crackling with energy and releasing the great sound of thunder; the arrow was halted, however, by a formless shape of orange - something that seemed neither solid nor fluid.
A masculine figure adorned in what could only be described as lightning, sky blue in color, floated amidst the endless expanse, his left hand crackling with an eternal energy; a spear floated before him, likely similar to the arrow he had loosed before. "And yet, in a bright flash another universe has its birth and its death; its genesis and apocalypse. Tell me, Durendal, what proceeds for us? Are we within a great flash of our own? When was our genesis? Our creation? When is our end? You and I have been locked in combat forever, yet we know not why. One of use must succumb for the cycle to be broke. The head must be severed from the tail."
A nameless voice spoke of "Longinus", and the great lance was loosed once more, traveling through infinity at speeds unfathomable in any other existence. And once more a formless mass of the strange orange material met the lance in equilibrium.
"Gungnir, you know as much as I. Our clash eternal, with you on the offensive and I on the defensive," said Durendal, a feminine figure clad in orange. "Your memories are but mine told from another perspective. We have no semblance of a beginning when all we know is the same event in ad infinitum. We know no semblance of an ending, when all we know is the same event in ad infinitum. You surely notice that the great rivers on every horizon are always but an arms grasp away? Forever beyond our reach , but ever so close? Surely as we create universes, ours was, too, created? Pray, what lies beyond us?
"You would end our conflict so that the head and tail would separate. So that these great rivers would cease to feed into themselves, and that our realm may run its course. The universes that form in the wake of our great waves would be no more, once our own came to a grinding halt. Yet, if we play out these events till a power greater than our own intervenes than these flashes can continue to ignite, continue to shine, even if only for brief moments. For us, they exist in such short times that they may not have existed at all. For, there exist no proof that they ever existed here. No ruins, no marks. Perhaps this conversation is indeed the first thing that has ever happened here, and this is the genesis of our own? But, we know that to be untrue. Yet, in each of these flashes, short as they may be to us, an eternity is played out within.
Eventually the cycle will end when the head consumes itself. But, instead of the death that follows the severing the head from the tail, would birth lie beyond?"
"Aegis" spoke once more a nameless voice as a dome of orange formed around Durendal intercepting yet another collision of Gungir's unknown motivations.
An unknown impetus drove them into conflict and would likely contain them forever.
And yet, the nameless voice continued to dictate these events. When the story comes to an end, the "One who endures" and the "Swaying One"..the winner of their conflict, their clash of ideals...only the nameless voice knows the victor.
And yet, as one nameless voice leaves this realm, another enters, starting the cycle over again.
Tis this the first time, or the last?
Orientation could not be kept - up and down melded together, and left and right were arbitrary when they were one and the same. Here at this place, the cusp of time, all was both one none.
This place could only be likened to a point on Ouroboros, and was a fitting place for the final encounter for the two...well, they could only be described as Deities. This place was either the end of time, or the beginning. Perhaps...they were one in the same.
A sprawling bolt of blue cut through the endless expanse, crackling with energy and releasing the great sound of thunder; the arrow was halted, however, by a formless shape of orange - something that seemed neither solid nor fluid.
A masculine figure adorned in what could only be described as lightning, sky blue in color, floated amidst the endless expanse, his left hand crackling with an eternal energy; a spear floated before him, likely similar to the arrow he had loosed before. "And yet, in a bright flash another universe has its birth and its death; its genesis and apocalypse. Tell me, Durendal, what proceeds for us? Are we within a great flash of our own? When was our genesis? Our creation? When is our end? You and I have been locked in combat forever, yet we know not why. One of use must succumb for the cycle to be broke. The head must be severed from the tail."
A nameless voice spoke of "Longinus", and the great lance was loosed once more, traveling through infinity at speeds unfathomable in any other existence. And once more a formless mass of the strange orange material met the lance in equilibrium.
"Gungnir, you know as much as I. Our clash eternal, with you on the offensive and I on the defensive," said Durendal, a feminine figure clad in orange. "Your memories are but mine told from another perspective. We have no semblance of a beginning when all we know is the same event in ad infinitum. We know no semblance of an ending, when all we know is the same event in ad infinitum. You surely notice that the great rivers on every horizon are always but an arms grasp away? Forever beyond our reach , but ever so close? Surely as we create universes, ours was, too, created? Pray, what lies beyond us?
"You would end our conflict so that the head and tail would separate. So that these great rivers would cease to feed into themselves, and that our realm may run its course. The universes that form in the wake of our great waves would be no more, once our own came to a grinding halt. Yet, if we play out these events till a power greater than our own intervenes than these flashes can continue to ignite, continue to shine, even if only for brief moments. For us, they exist in such short times that they may not have existed at all. For, there exist no proof that they ever existed here. No ruins, no marks. Perhaps this conversation is indeed the first thing that has ever happened here, and this is the genesis of our own? But, we know that to be untrue. Yet, in each of these flashes, short as they may be to us, an eternity is played out within.
Eventually the cycle will end when the head consumes itself. But, instead of the death that follows the severing the head from the tail, would birth lie beyond?"
"Aegis" spoke once more a nameless voice as a dome of orange formed around Durendal intercepting yet another collision of Gungir's unknown motivations.
An unknown impetus drove them into conflict and would likely contain them forever.
And yet, the nameless voice continued to dictate these events. When the story comes to an end, the "One who endures" and the "Swaying One"..the winner of their conflict, their clash of ideals...only the nameless voice knows the victor.
And yet, as one nameless voice leaves this realm, another enters, starting the cycle over again.
Tis this the first time, or the last?