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Tales of the Architect

🇺🇸Dusty_Miller
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Many apologies starting out. I am not the best writer and what I have, as little as it is, has been a couple years in the making. I hope that in some way my characters can strike a chord with you and that my work will help some as I try to work through many books of thoughts, dreams and discovery.
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Chapter 1 - Beginnings

Existence in the void is tiresome. I've always been here. I have no beginning; no spark of consciousness you could say. It's lonely here.... I want someone to talk to, someone like me to keep me company. But the void is empty besides me. If I am to build I must provide the resources myself. But I do not mind for this is well within my ability.

I close my eyes for I must plan. What will I make? I know. I will make a wonderful world for my creation. For first my creation needs a home.

Bringing my hands before me I slam my hands together in a forceful clap. Thunder rolling through the void, growing quieter, then gaining momentum as a circular wall of water comes rushing back towards me.

The waves crashing together like the front lines of a phalanx. The water sprays high into the heavens. I raise my hand and the droplets stop and with a breath those droplets start to shine bright.

Better, much better. I look to the waters and whisper "Be at ease." And the crashing waves start to calm. Soon all that is left is a mirror reflecting the stars above. "Now let's see." I say as my eyes wander among the stars. "Ahhh! Here we are." I say as I reach up for a star brighter than the rest.

With a touch a single drop falls from the new star into the now calm water below.

The soft sound of the drop landing is extraordinary in the stillness. That quiet plop in utter silence. But as the ripples expand outward I pour in more of my power.

In the depths of the water at the nexus of the drops decent into its old home; land now forms. A single vale surrounded by mountains. Plateaus and lowlands. It was glorious! But it is empty.

Almost. Almost perfect.

I spit into the sand at the shore and mix it into clay and begin to form it. Two sets of legs, two sets of arms, four eyes. They, they are perfect. Two brothers to reveal my creations. Now just one thing is needed. Biting my thumbs I bring up two drops of blood and place them on two foreheads.

I watch as the clay smooths over into a layer of skin. "One last thing." I blow gently over the two newly formed brothers.

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