Standing, as far as one could say something like that about a cloud of energy containing my ego, before the inter-planar gate, I hesitated.
It's been so long since the last semblance of my old memories made an appearance in my consciousness. While it always remained as the ultimate goal, to return to Eve's arms, after millennials that I spent living for millions upon millions of times in this universe of mine, this comfortable memory was nothing more than that.
A memory.
Maybe it was caused by my sentience growing beyond any limits normally shackling humans. Maybe I reached the foretold point when I would become so great that the matters important to mortals would no longer obstruct my enlightenment?
Once this thought appeared in my mind, my consciousness suddenly shook. What? Eve being an obstruction?
